On the other hand, she was always horny, anyhow, and a single fuck wouldn’t change that much. Then she saw something that changed her mind. Her husband was starting to step into his pants, his outline dark against the pearly dawn light from the window. As he raised one leg, she saw the silhouette of his enormous cock hanging down…..that was plenty of inspiration.
“Dear… please come here!” She purred.
He looked up and his cock swung ponderously, throwing an elongated shadow across the floor. He was blessed with the biggest prick that Protima, in all her experience, had ever been lucky enough to encounter… which, truth be known, was the main reason she had wed him instead of one of her numerous other lovers and suitors.
“Did I wake you, darling?” He said.
“It’s okay, dear,” She murmured.
Palash had lowered his leg now, without having stepped into his finely ironed pants. But he was standing facing her now, his legs slightly spread. She could still see the outline of his prick dangling down between his thighs. His cock-knob was a heavy, wedge-shaped slab and his stalk was a thick tube, so that his prick was shapely as well as huge, the sort of contoured cock that pleased a lady.
“Why don’t you come back to bed for a little while, dear?” Protima suggested.
She drew the covers aside and lay naked. If Palash was gifted with a gigantic cock, his wife had the female form to match with it. Her tits were full and firm and capped by fat, brown tips. Her legs were long and trim, her hips supple, her ass solid. Her neatly shaven puffy cunt displaying so brazenly that it was hard to avoid the temptation for anyone. He tossed his pants down and moved over to the bed, curling up beside her.
“Were you trying to escape without performing your marital duties?” She giggled.
“It’s awful early, honey. I thought…”
“The early bird gets the worm,” She chirped, as she folded her fist lovingly around his cock.
It was semi-hard and rubbery, but as she gently squeezed and kneaded and stroked, it began to stuff her fist full, stiffening and swelling to massive proportions. She slid her hand down to the base and cupped his hairy sperm-ful balls, finding them solid and swollen. As she played with his prick, he bent down and began to lick her fat tits, running his tongue all over the mounds and up through the deep cleavage. He sucked her big nipples into his lips, nursing on each rosy peak in turn.
Usually their Sunday morning routine was a leisurely affair, with plenty of foreplay and sucking before they began to fuck. But they didn’t have the whole morning now and couldn’t take the time. She drew his cock toward her, holding the shaft and rubbing the big cock-knob around on her belly and into the soft flesh of her cunt mound. His head shifted up from her tits and he kissed her on the mouth, lips locking and grinding, tongues sliding back and forth. She had given him a blowjob the night before…. and the residue still flavored her lapper.
Previously Palash could taste that familiar hint of oral sex when she hadn’t been blowing him, as well. It made him a little suspicious. But he had never mentioned it, and, anyhow, he hadn’t noticed that phenomena for almost ten years now.
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