Ele queria um programa com sua esposa chegando do trabalho, cliente que goza antes, e não gosta de sexo anal – Marcelly Melo (SHEER/RED)
Marley gazed at his wife Ele’s Halloween costume critically. The skimpy black nurse’s uniform barely covered her taut behind. The loose mask and white cap did little to conceal her wild entrenched mane falling over bare shoulders.
“Don’t judge me with those eyes.” Ele pursed her lips defiantly, matching his intense look. “It’s Halloween – time to let loose! Besides, see how the garter belt and stockings complete the look?” She did a pivot 360 so he could take it all in.
Marley chuckled and shook his head. “Just promise you won’t leave me hanging tonight,” he pleaded. “Not after that buildup!”
Ele grinned wolfishly, her eyes smoldering beneath the mask. “Oh, I have big plans for you stud,” she purred, leaning in close to give his earlobe a nip. Her perfume percolated and made his head spin. “But it’s still afternoon – a girl’s gotta work first!”
She sashayed over to the dresser and picked up her purse with a wink, slinging it over a shoulder. With a final air kiss, she was out the door – and Marley was alone with his seething hormones and surging pulse, the costume veiling a question of what was to come.
He whiled away the dragging hours playing video games, drinking way too much coffee, and obsessively gazing out the window hoping for a glimpse of his vixen bride returning. He was still credulously staring at an empty street when the front door burst open.
“Get that cock ready, daddy!” Ele toss-tumbled in with a whoop, already kicking and writhing out of her coat and stockings, surprising him. Her uniform top and bra quickly followed the garter belt’s fast fall, leaving pert breasts bouncing and swaying out in the open.
Marley only goggled and gulped as she yanked his belt open with eager fingers. “You’re home early,” she complained. “Didn’t you have less important things to take care of? God, I’m so wound up, I might just have to ride you.”
She raked open the zipper just as she shoved him foursquare onto the couch. Marley crab-walked backwards in startlement, his jeans balled around his knees threatening to trip him. His eyes bugged in shock as the reality of what was happening sank in.
Ele shimmied her panties down her legs – exposing sopping wet lips. She straddled him and he stiffened, some unerring instinct getting his cock to stand at attention. Her sopping folds squelched as she slurped her aching slit up his engorged staff. They both groaned as she bottomed out.
“Now,” she grunted briefly before slamming her hips down and sucking back up. “Get in there and fuck me hard and dirty. That’s what I came home for!”
Marley sputtered and then found the hang of it. He grabbed cambered hips and pulled her snug with grunts of his own. The thrusts started easy but built in intensity as he hammered up while she slammed down. The wet slapping noises were nearly animalist – the couch springs squeaked and creaked with use.
He concentrated on neglecting the swiftness on his pleasure, instead focusing all his energies into the wet clutch of her body. She yowled and threw her head back, eyes squinted shut as he jacked his cock in and out. Her breasts jounced pleasingly in time with every jolt.
The wet friction built. He could feel himself losing ground, the impending release sizzling up his shaft. He went for broke and lifted her up far – then plunged the sheathed pole back in with manic abandon. Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
The tightening told and then – stars winked behind his eyelids.
“HELL YEAH!” Ele screeched out as white light crackled through her sensual wireframe. “Oh God Marley! I need it!”
She slammed back down and shook rashly as the foam Barney’d hat smashed through her. Sputtering gasps chirruped from quivering lips as the last of her release dribbled out.
Marley finally cut the growing sprint. Ele collapsed against his chest with a blissful moan, kissing his chin and cheeks as he still twitched within.
“Just as I like my sex,” she panted. “Fast, dirty, and right out in the open.” A flicker of disappointment, though it passed swiftly. “It’s what I needed.”
It was over as soon as it began. In moments, she clambered off and shimmy/skipped away, doughy thighs still speckled with light sweat. Marley panted and struggled to recover some of the air his lungs had lost.
Mirthfully, she called out from down the hall, “Now I’m really ready for an evening out. But next time – maybe we drag it out a bit more, huh?” That earned a grin and He gave a last incredulous chuckle. One that turned to a groan, his body still screaming satisfaction and painters confusion in equal measure.
Still shuddering from a rather insane hallway hallway, he slowly made his way to the shower. But these thoughts could wait in the water – wallowing in a deep, sweet, post-orgasmic stupor was just what the doctor prescribed.
