Her husband rolls towards her, his face full of surprise at his wife’s unusual behaviour. Annie smiles as she slides her hand off his cock and from inside his pyjama’s, her legs already sliding open ready for him.
Her husband quickly slides between her open thighs, the material of his pyjama bottoms rub coarsely over the softness of her legs. His weight drops onto her as he reaches hands down and pushes them down to his knees, not bothering to remove them.
She is use to his lack of attention and foreplay, and so as he eases himself up further between her thighs, his cock rubbing against the wetness of her lips, she just wiggles herself back against him, helping him find his target. With a little push his cock pops inside her, and even as he leans to kiss her, he lets out a small moan of pleasure.
His hands slide above her head, his body pressing down against her, and he begins to thrust in and out of her, his hard cock just enough to give her a pleasure in her aroused state. She slides her legs around him, ankles locking together behind his thighs, trying to pull him deeper. And with every thrust into her, she pushes back, desperate for more.
After just a dozen thrusts, she senses him start to tense up, his grunts of delight changing to the tell tale sign of his approaching orgasm.
“No, not yet, please Geoff, please, last longer” she pleads with him, so in need of her own release, but it is too late, and with one final plunge inside her, he lets out a loud moan as his cock twitches and his cum empties into her in a series of weak pulses.
“God Annie, we should do this more” he says breathlessly, already rolling off her and onto his back. She lays there, feeling ready to scream at him as she feels his cum run from her pussy, her body still in need of its own release. “Nite love” he whispers as he rolls back onto his side, back to her, leaving her still laying there.
“Bastard” she mutters to herself, but already he is snoring and so no way he has heard.
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