His heart swelled with love as he looked into his wife's dark brown eyes. She salaciously licked her lips and stepped back to the bed, leading him to follow her with her finger and thumb wrapped firmly around the head of his cock. A little bit more of his pre-cum oozed onto her fingers as she lifted first one leg and then the other to climb backwards onto the bed, all without breaking eye contact. Kneeling, she leaned back slightly so that he could see her spread legs as her skirt rode up her thighs. The thong had moved back to partially cover her mound, but it was so wet with her juices and her lips so swollen that it really didn't cover anything. She nestled one finger between her lips as she stroked her other hand up and down his shaft.
"I didn't get a condom..." Oliver apologized, but Jeanette cut him off.
"I do want you inside me, but not there...yet." Pulling him closer again, she leaned forward and pulled his shirt up, momentarily obscuring his view of her mouth as her tongue extended, stroked his balls, then licked up his shaft to her fingers. The feeling was incredible, looking into her eyes as she adoringly looked back while tasting his salty sweat mixed with the sweeter fluid emanating from the tip of his dick.
"So," she teased, "What did you want to talk about?" She stuck her tongue into the tip of his penis and wiggled it lightly, her eyebrows raised in mock interest in what he was going to say. |