Charles loved sucking her nipples. He loved squeezing and fondling her big, brown mounds. He loved moving from breast to breast until they were red from his abuse. He didn’t want to stop. He could suck her all night. But when she began turning red, which meant he was overdoing it, he knew he had to stop. But Jenay knew his idea of stopping meant that he was stopping in that area of her body, and moving another area. That was why, when he moved her onto her back, and slid down between her legs, she knew more mouth action was coming. And it came. Charles began licking between her legs vigorously. He was craving her taste, and her breasts only gave him a sample. It was her pussy, it was the taste of her vaginal juices that wet her as quickly as his mouth dried her, that he was after. And he stayed after it for a long time. Jenay was squeezing the sheets, and he was lifting her thighs for greater access, until she was on the verge of an orgasm. Charles wanted more. Her taste intoxicated him and he wanted to eat her as long as his mouth could chew. But he knew his wife. If she came now, it would be nice and she would enjoy it. But nothing like the orgasms she displayed whenever his cock took her over.
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