No Point Waiting

You can do a lot in an hour and I was feeling a little frisky so I got up and followed Mrs. Jonssen in the kitchen. She was just reaching for some glasses on a high shelf. The pose is showing off her ass perfectly. I walk up behind her and press my body to her. My semi-hard black anaconda wedges itself between the soft cheeks of her butt. I reach up and bring down the glasses she was reaching for. Without separating from her I put it down.

“Thank you Dwayne.” She stammers breathlessly. My hand wraps around her and I grab her large pliant right tit.

“You’re welcome Barbara.” My low voice rumbles in her ear. My hand squeezes firmly her tit while my other hand pushes on her tummy and presses her ass harder to my crotch. I can feel her knees buckling and I can hear the soft whimpers coming from her fuckable mouth. The bitch is mine.

“We can’t – I’m married.” Barbara protests weakly, her hands fruitlessly trying to pry mine off her body. I just chuckle in her ear before my left hang grabs her free breast.

“You are my hostess. You are supposed to entertain me.” I grind my now fully hard cock in her succulent behind. “As for your husband, he is a big fan of my college football team. I’m sure he will be honored to know that the star of the team fucked his wife.” I reach under the hem of her dress and rub my fingers in the crotch of her cotton panties. Her wetness is undeniable.

“I’m going to get what I want either way Barbara. The only question is will you be a good girl and cooperate, or will I have to take it by ****.”