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... her jeans. I popped the button and inched my hand to her wet lips. I felt as my wife began fumbling at the fly of my jeans. She unzipped them and tried to pull my cock out... I was harder than I ever remember being in my life... couldn't get it out. I'd finally had enough. I pulled her jeans down to her mid-thighs, her black cotton panties followed. I stepped back and unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my jeans. I pulled them and my boxers down enough that my prick shot out, happy to be free. I kissed her deeply as I positioned myself to enter her. She let out soft gasp as I slowly eased into her. Feeling myself enter her made me almost weak at the knees. Her tight, warm embrace enveloped me entirely. I was gentle, far more so than I wanted to be... I wanted to take her completely, to fill her in one quick thrust. But I slowly worked myself in, first with shallow, slow stokes. I felt her giving into the animalistic lust as much as I had wanted her to. I could tell she was loving the way I had taken her and was making love to her. I was giving her all the love I had for her. I brushed the long strands of hair hanging in her face away and kissed her. Her tongue was wild and frantic. She moaned loudly as I finally pressed fully into her. I began to pick up speed. I thrust faster and deeper. I stopped momentarily to yank her jeans down to her ankles. I threw off my shirt and pulled hers off as well. Her bra still dangled from her shoulders loosely, before it fell to her ...

... wrists planted on the kitchen counter. She lifted her hands for a second to allow it to fall freely to her feet. I spanked her then and she let out a devilish giggle. She turned to me and gave me the look she knew drove me mad. The look that said, " Give it to me. I am yours, and you are mine. Take me. " She pulled herself off me, leaving my throbbing, organ feeling like it had lost its home. She spun around quickly and looked me dead in the eyes. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. She dropped to her knees, never losing eye contact as she swallowed as much of me as she could into her. Once again my knees went weak. I placed my hand on her right temple. I brushed her hair passed her ear and looked down at her. I felt like a God at play in paradise. She was not soft or gentle, she was quick and fierce. I could tell she wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her. She was trying once again to take me whole, but I was not offended that she couldn't. Her eyes began to water as she attempted. I pulled her face away. I took the opportunity to get her entirely nude... My favorite outfit she owned. I lifted her in my arms. She was only 5'1", so as I held her, she kicked off her jeans and panties. Her knee length, mismatched socks remained as she hung from my arms. I preferred to leave them on. I carried her to the couch where I softly laid her on her back. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. I pulled away and looked her in those devilishly innocent hazel ...