Sex and a Proposition

Jan begins to rock her pelvis, dragging your swollen cock through her pussy lips. Her splendid tits wobble and hang off her chest like obscene fruit, ready for picking. Her breathing rate increases as your meat grinds into her clit.

"Mmmm. Billy's father couldn't share me, so we agreed that I'd only have sex with him as long as he was willing to fuck me anytime I wanted it. Uh-uh-uh. I wore him out in two years with late night sex every night; he left a broken man. Oooo! Your cock feels so good," she says, keeping up her rhythm on your Johnson. As she talks, her jiggling breasts and the seductive tone in her voice mesmerize you; your cock is feeling great. The barest hint of your upcoming explosion tickles your balls. "We still fuck about once a month after he brings Billy back from a weekend with him. I don't think his wife knows. Oh, Sweet Jesus! Yes!" Jan stops talking as her body shakes through a big orgasm, her mouth held in a silent O.

You take over and thrust up into her when she descends; waves travel up her body and pound her tits from your collisions. Her climax lasts a long time, and then she leans forward and kisses you deeply as she fiddles your member into her dripping cunt. Her tongue is a wildcat in your mouth, teasing and probing every corner. She straightens up a little and breaks the kiss, sliding her nether lips down until she swallows your entire prick into her sex. Her nipples hang just an inch over your mouth, and you crane your neck to capture one into your mouth.

"Oh, God. That's good, John. That's good," she says as she resumes her rocking motion. Your tongue flicks quickly on the tip of the rock-hard nipple. "So, do you want do this most of the night once or twice a week? Oh, yeah. Right like that. If you do, you could be one of my boyfriends. Would you like that?" Her sweet cunt has had you right at the edge of climaxing since she impaled herself, so your head is foggy, and you find it hard to form words.