"Tell me how much you want it," Mike demanded, reaching his hand down to Joanna's mound, tracing his finger down and pressing lightly on her clit. Joanna bucked involuntarily, causing the tip of Mike's cock to lodge in her cunt, increasing her desire. She was on a precipice.
"Please, Mike. I'm going crazy here. Fill me."
Mike only moved his finger, vibrating against Joanna's bud, increasing the wetness around his thick helmet. He could almost feel her cunt suck against his penis. Joanna bucked again, dislodging him from her hole.
"Fucking fuck me right now, you bastard," Joanna shouted.
"Hush, or the neighbours will hear!" Mike said as he plunged into her, his balls banging against the entrance to her cunt. Joanna screamed in satisfaction. This was exciting. This was living. She had never been so stretched by Peter, and she had wanted a real man all her married life. "Fuck me fast, because I'm going to start coming like a train," she groaned |