“You’re a dirty man!” She said giggling. “You know I’m trying for that too.”
“I sure am,” He said, pulling her to him.
Gurpreet felt the hair on his bare chest rub against her sensitive tit-flesh and her blood stirred. She was amazed that he still couldn’t get enough, not even after twenty years of their marriage…..neither could she. They had found the secret of keeping the magic alive.
“How’d you like this dirty ol’ man to prong you again?”
“After last night? You can’t have that much energy left.”
He rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple making it immediately come alive and hardened. Her body’s trigger was her nipples, and he knew it. Her pussy began to heat up, making her juices flow.
“You bastard! Oh, that feels so good.” Playfully, she punched his arm as his knowing hands began to roam her body, stoking the smoldering ember in her loins.
“So, you’re not so beat up after all.”
“Like hell! You know how beat up I’m. You’ve it recorded for posterity….. Oooh, yes, do that!”
“I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I feel horny. Like now….. Com’on, let’s go to bed.”
Gurpreet giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered to the large bed. Her husband pulled the towel that was wrapping around her body loosely and it fell to her feet, almost causing her to trip. Reaching to steady her, his hand found her left tit. The shock was electric and caused her to suck in her breath. Automatically she reached for his stiffening prick to balance herself.
“God,” He said, with a choke in his voice, “You really are a sexy woman…. same as you were twenty years ago.”
Gurpreet smiled happily getting same type of attention from her husband like twenty years ago as she kneaded his cock, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her hand. “And you, pretty liar, only get better with age. More kinky, too,” She giggled. “And I love it!”
She fell back on the bed with his hands trailing over the hills and valleys of her body. Spreading her legs wide he blew softly into her silky, hot cunt and she moaned with delicious excitement. Cunt-juices started oozing from her cunt and clung like Parle strands on her pubic hair. The hot brownish lips beckoned. Slowly, her husband flicked his tongue over her exposed clit.
“Oooooooo, Jas . . . mmmmmmmmmmm,” She mewed, her voice tight with anticipation. Automatically, her cunt-lips parted. Her husband grabbed her asscheeks and stabbed her cunt with his spear-like tongue. Her body arched, and she grabbed his head, forcing his face deep into her musky mound.
“Oh, God…… yes!” She screamed, grinding her hips against his sucking mouth. “That’s it! There! Oh, shit, yessss! Oh Jas, suck harder…. nooooo….. don’t stop!”
Jaspal pulled his tongue out of his wife’s steaming cunt and looked at her face. It was flushed and her brow was knitted as if in pain. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her hips twitched and her tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. With a smile he mashed his face tight against her wide open cunt and drove his tongue in deep.