1. Who wins?


    Date: 9/28/2016, Categories: Mature Author: JWren 

    ... heralding the rush of his seed. It came as a powerful ejection, spurting and splashing, hot and sticky, deep within. “Oh my heaven on earth,” she gasped, fists pounding the blanket at her hips. Carl grunted, exhaled noisily, and collapsed on to her heaving body, his face burrowed into the crook of her right shoulder and neck. He planted little kisses on her damp throat and jaw line and they subsided into a motionless silence, punctuated by the odd heavy breath. Eventually, Carl stirred and pushed up, lifting his body weight off the smiling woman. “Thank you, that was just incredible,” she said. “How about you?” Carl nodded. “Great, just fine, thank you,” he said and exited with a plop and squelch of mingled love juices. He knelt between her legs and then stood on slightly-trembling legs, offering his hands to her as assistance. She accepted and rose from the blanket. More secretions trickled down her lush, inner thighs. “Look at this lot,” she said, wiping her fingers among the fluids. “You ...
    ... were mighty late getting here but, when you come, you sure do come,” she laughed. Carl smiled back at her. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was a little hungover and didn’t want to leave my bed.” “I noticed that, you drunken bum.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “I left you to sleep it off but I knew you’d get here eventually. Right, let’s have a quick dip to clean up this mess and then I need to get ready.” “Ready?” “Yeah, to eat, Mister. We can’t live on booze alone even if it makes you as randy as a stud horse.” She patted his cheek. "C’mon, race you... last one in pays for dinner.” The next Carl knew, he was pushed flat on his back. He struggled wearily up on to his haunches just in time to watch his wife, her buttocks jiggling, striding across the beach before leaping into the sea. She span round, jumped up, twice, three times and waved at him, her breasts bouncing madly as she shouted, “I win, I win... ” He laughed loudly. From my view, he thought, from what I can see, I’m always the winner.
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