He wanted to bed her down and eat her up. Gone to the cottage, he had the house all to himself, and his body and especially that nice soft and long cock of his. He watched the longed hair beauty nestled into her pillows. She was gorgeous throughout the day and night. “May I?” And she proceeded to pull them off as she kept her eyes on the thick elongated fleshy cock. He began his task. He could feel the stimulation, the exciting motivation prompting him, no pushing him, and his manhood, down into her womanhood. No, she never cared too much about them, but being a good wife she was supposed to be, she was going to go anyway. Left and right and up and down, her legs moved all over the place and his eyes would look up and watch her tits wildly swivel everywhere too.
