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French Holiday Capers

... straight to work with my lips on his now flaccid cock. I pulled his foreskin as far back as possible and ran my teeth over his gland and down his shaft.

I needed him hard again. Time was running out. Roger was due back in about twenty minutes and I needed to be properly fucked.

I attempted to deepthroat, but this cock was just too damned thick, so I returned to raking it with my teeth. After a few minutes, it started to stiffen.

I kept giving Jude head until he was firm enough to penetrate me again. Then I got on my knees and told him to dog me and be quick about it.

Jude sensed my urgency and knelt behind me on the bed. He pushed his now rigid cock all the way home with the first thrust and pounded me harder than I'd ever been pounded before. His cock was going deeper than it had done when I was lying on my back. This felt much better and my orgasm was mounting. I urged him to go harder and deeper and then he groaned loudly and flooded my womb with hot cum. That triggered my own orgasm and I collapsed onto the bed with Jude's cock still deep within my cunt and still gushing hot cum. I'd never ever felt a sensation like it before. It was so beautiful that I almost cried, but there wasn't much time left for us to just lie there and enjoy being together. Roger was due back soon.

Jude got dressed in a hurry. I kissed him briefly and he was out the door and gone. I tidied myself up and sat on the bed, awaiting Roger's return, wearing only my laddered white stockings. I knew that Roger would be pleased with me. After all, I had been a dutiful wife and I had a cream pie for him to lick up.