Coffee and creampie

You walk around the table to your husband's chair. He grabs you by the hair and kisses you, tongues dancing from one mouth to the other, while you pull his boxers to his ankles. His cock leaves a trail of precum on your black dress as it pops free.

“Oops!” you giggle. You whip the dress over your head and straddle his lap. Your husband groans as your soaked lacy thong grinds against his erect penis, your braless tits bounce against his chest.

“It's so early, baby,” you breathe in his ear. You grind harder as he takes a firm grip on your waist, cooing as you discover the right angle to run his head over your clit. “The kids won't be up for hours. Please, baby, please.”

You see in his eyes that he's given in before he pulls your thong aside, but that look is just as delicious as his fullness inside your sloppy pussy. You ride him for all he's worth, bouncing up and down while your velvet walls lovingly massage him. He grabs your head again in an angry kiss, and soon he's setting the pace, not you. Your breath comes in gasping fits as he forces your hips down until he bottoms out. The hair on his balls tickle your bare lips, and the sensation triggers a full-on breathless, giggling orgasm that washes over you.

Your husband's cock radiates heat through your body, and you whisper how much it feels like a baby growing inside you. Soon his fucking becomes erratic, thrusting upwards in jerks and starts. You tell him how much you loved to feel your last child kicking while the two of you had sex, how badly you want to feel that kicking again, and he forces himself as deep as he can go, emptying his balls into your hungry cunt.

“So,” he whispers when he's regained himself, wiping sweat off his face. “You really love being a mommy, huh?”

“Yeah,” you grin into a hard kiss. His penis is still inside you, and with a giggle you make him whimper by squeezing your walls around him. It's turning you on again to wonder if he'll be the father. “And I know just who I want the daddy to be.”