Ian fucks Amy missionary-style

I practically pounced on Amy and speared her cunt to the hilt with my cock with one quick thrust. There was no lovemaking, we were both worked up to have me finally in her. She wrapped her athletic legs around my waist, dug her heels into the back of my thighs, and pulled my face down to hers, our foreheads touching.

"Fuck me, Ian," she growled, staring deep into my eyes.

And that's what I did.

I laid on top of her, pressing my chest against her large tits, and pounded her pussy like an animal in heat. She scratched my back with her nails when I tried to thrust harder and deeper into her velvet tunnel.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder! Fuck! Fuh-uh-uh-uck…" Amy was a complete 180 of Elizabeth -- a redhead tigress in bed compared to the quiet, gentle lover my wife was.

We both wanted me to keep fucking her for hours but we knew that wasn't feasible. While I rocked over her I watched her beautiful face change from a lust-filled minx to a tender lover.

"YES! Yes! Oooh, yessss," she cooed as she started to climax. She pleaded me with softness in her eyes and whispered, "Cum in me, Ian."

Oh God I wanted to so much but barely reminded myself in the sex-filled haze that I was trying to impregnate both Talia and Elizabeth. In the invincibility of our youth we never bothered with condoms but Amy's pregnancy was a reminder that we were **** when birth control failed.