He kissed her so hard and so passionately that it staggered her. They moved as one backwards, until her back
was slammed against the wall. And then
he pulled her into his arms and took full possession of her mouth.
Trina
wrapped her arms around Reno as she felt the full force of his tongue circling
hers and pulling hers and making her feel as if they hadn’t kissed in
years. He slung her suit coat off of her
small body as he continued to kiss her, causing it to drop to the floor where
they stood, and then he lifted her blouse and bra over her head, dropping them
too. He hoisted her body up until her
big breasts were in his face, and he began kissing them with the same fervor he
kissed her lips.
Trina
held on as Reno bit her nipples and sucked her mounds. She held even firmer as he slung her skirt up
to her waist and tore open the seat of her panties as if they were nothing more
than a two-for-one pair she picked up at Walmart.
But
Reno wasn’t thinking about the price of the clothes she wore. He was on a mission. Tearing her panties gave him a shortcut
entrance to what he wanted most. His heart
was pounding when he opened her legs and rubbed her.
He
began unbuckling and unzipping his own pants as his need for her was becoming
more and more urgent. Trina knew what
was coming next. This would be the first
round. This would be the can’t wait round. Because it had been a week. She knew her husband. She knew he could barely go without sex with
her for a day. He already had pre-cum,
and she was already wet, because it had been an entire week, and Reno was about
to explode.
His
penis was already ripe and erect when he pulled it out of his pants. And he couldn’t help it. He rammed it into her. He couldn’t wait a second longer. This wasn’t about foreplay. This wasn’t about making long, passionate
love to her. This was about filling her. He had to fill her up again. He had to experience being inside his wife in
a way that made him saturate her with his love.
He
moved through her wetness with a need that bordered on desperation. Trina felt the need too as he began to fuck
her. She felt him slide along her ridges
as only Reno knew how to do. She felt
his fullness as his masterful strokes took him further and further in. Her vagina began to tingle as he kept hitting
her spot as if he were hitting a bulls eye. She heard his grunts as he penetrated deeper still. She moaned as he kept hitting her right where
she needed his lashing the most.
Reno
was looking at her as he fucked her. Her
hair had fallen in her gorgeous face and her black body was bucking with his
every gyration. “Yes. Baby. Yes,” he kept saying as he stroked her. She kept moaning in a way that let him know he was on target. And he kept pushing into her, stalking her
pussy, targeting it, until she couldn’t take another thrash.
She
began to pulsate so intensely that she had no choice but to cum. Her pulsation, and the way her cum caused her
to squeeze her vaginal muscles around his dick with such a tight grip, made it
impossible for him to hold on a second longer. He immediately poured out. He
poured into her with a drenching pour. He poured into her with his own cum that made him lean against her and
throb near the point of popping veins. It felt so intense to Reno, to once again feel his wife’s pussy, that he
began to feel his knees buckle.
He
fell to his knees, taking her down with him. And then even his knees lost all strength and he wrapped her in his arms
as he laid on the floor, onto his back, completely spent.
It
would be another ten minutes before he could gather up the strength to lift
himself, and his wife, and take her to bed.
She
was on her stomach in bed and he was entering her again. This time from the back. This time it was a long, slow, steady
fuck. Reno was lying down, on top of