Taking things slowly at first, Larry started to stroke against Jill, his steel-like c**k sliding neatly in and out of Jill’s cunt, their skin slapping together with each thrust. Larry reached underneath her, cupping and squeezing one of Jill’s ample t**s, his fingers seizing it by the n****e and pinching roughly. Larry began to increase his pace now, thrusting deep as he soundly f****d her dog style. Jill was moaning with obvious pleasure, no longer caring that it was a man screwing her.
“Oh yeah!” grunted Larry, pounding her harder and harder, he knew he would not last much longer.
“Don’t c*m in me,” gasped Jill, her voice a mixture of lust and fear. She obviously sensed from his more frantic moaning that he was close.
“I’m your husband,” Larry reminded her, not slowing down for an ins
