I revel in the feeling of being inside her. If the world froze right now, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
Mysti, however, has other ideas. She starts wiggling her ass left and right.
“Someone’s eager,” I laugh.
“Damn straight,” she says over her shoulder. “I’ve waitedyearsfor this.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull out so just the tip is still buried inside her folds and then I thrust until my balls slap against her ass. I’m rewarded with a moan from Mysti.
I continue my ramming in and out of her, my hands splayed on the small of her back. I’m intent with each thrust to make up for the lost time, all the years, that she wished she’d been fucking me.
That’s what a considerate husband would do, right? Fulfill his wife’s every desire. It just so happens that my wife’s desire appears to be fucking insatiable.
“Give it to me harder,” she moans, reaching back a hand to grab onto my forearm.
I pick up the pace, thrusting her up the car hood until she’s practically falling into the back seat. I reach up to grab a handful of hair, bringing our mouths together for a little tongue thrusting.
My gorgeous wife is meeting me thrust for thrust, using the hard sheet metal for leverage.
“Oh, god,” she moans, arching her back.
As I dig my hands into her hips, I feel my cock pulse and then explode into her, my cum overflowing and spewing out of her dripping cunt. I let out a primal groan.
Resting my head on her neck, I gasp for breath. Mysti twists herself so she can grab my head into a kiss.
“I fucking love you,” she says breathlessly, our lips still touching.
“That’s good,” I laugh. “Because we’re stuck with each other, my sexy wife.”
This might be my first time fucking Mysti May Grace after desiring her for so long, but I’ll be damned if it’ll be my last.
I put my spent cock away and zip up my pants. The noises of the room start to penetrate the bubble we created in our pink Cadillac.
As I help Mysti try to locate her lace panties, I ask, “Wanna ditch this place?”
“And go where?” Mysti May asks looking as satiated as a woman possibly could.
“Don’t worry, love,” I say, kissing her forehead. “I have somewhere in mind.”