Marital Bliss

Antoine was above her. He spent his free time snorkeling, working out, cooking, and smoking weed. But his primary passion, rich and without the need to work, was fucking his wife. His hair was in dreadlocks now, hanging over his wives face. His dark, friendly eyes stared deeply into the big blue eyes of his wife, looking into her soul. In the distance, they could hear the waves lapping against the beach, and seagulls crying out to one another.

Elizabeth took a sharp inhale as Antoine's eleven inch cock pushed into her womb. His big heavy balls slapped against her asshole with a steady 'plop, plop, plop'.

Elizabeth was in a bikini, the top pulled down, the bottom around one ankle. She kept herself pretty and pleasing for her husband, the perfect trophy wife. Her hands wrapped around his firm assglobes, squeezing them, urging him to stay deep, to stay buried inside her. He fucked her, for longer than she felt any man could fuck a woman, before his thick, rich seed filled her to the brim again. They had talked about having more kids, about keeping her knocked up until she was in her 40s, and frankly nothing excited Elizabeth more than building the next generation with the seed of Antoine. She was thankful everyday that her path had led her to this gentle giant of a man.