He climbed onto the bed, pulled the front of her dress down, and one fat freckled boob swung free into the candlelight. He caught it, squeezed, and latched onto the nipple.
"Let me fuck you," he said around a mouthful of her, "then we can talk."
"Please, husband, AAH...!"
His other hand had already gone under her skirt, hooked her panty, and dragged it down her thick thighs. The head of his cock pressed into the damp hair of her pussy and slid home.
PAAAH!
"AAAANGH...!!"
Her tongue came out. Her list of complaints burst into flame and blew away like ash. He folded both her legs together against his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and began to fuck her like a pillow, using her whole soft body as a counterweight, dragging her onto his thrusts, her one bare breast swinging in circles while the other bounced in its cup.
Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah!
"HAAANGH...!! AH...!! HUSBAND...!! SO... ROUGH...!! AAANGH...!!"
