Celia Foote was wrapped tightly in her warm, cotton, sheets and the cozy, heavy, comforter that covered her like a veil. She yawned prettily, staring at the headboard through bleary eyes, while a chill wind stung her cheek like a heavy slap. Jackson was experiencing a cold snap so that, though it was midway through March, every window in the house was lightly frosted over. Celia was completely naked under the covers, and she found her nipples hard as bullets. They sang with tiny pulses of pleasure whenever they brushed against the sheets.
Suddenly, a toned, muscular, arm snaked around her narrow midriff, and a strong hand cupped her firm, ample, right tit. It squeezed and kneaded the massive globe roughly as a deep voice hissed in her ear.
"Fuck, that fat tit feels good enough to eat. Get over here, slut, and let's have some fun."
Chuckling softly, Celia turned to her husband, Johnny, and pulled him close, pushing her agile tongue past his lips. She kissed him deeply, running her hands down his well-toned body to grab two big handfuls of his firm ass. She felt another hand pinch her supple cheeks and give them a heavy smack. The shot of pain, combined with the blissful pleasure of making out was making her pussy undulate.
"Oh, fuck yes, Johnny," Celia panted, finally breaking the kiss. "I want you to use me like your own personal nasty fucking Sugar Ditch whore! Yeah! Squeeze that tit meat! You love those massive double D's don't you? You love watching me stuff them into some slutty-ass top three sizes too small. God, I love putting on trashy makeup and parading myself around like the town cum dump. FUCK! That's it, you greedy bastard! Suck my fucking tits! Oh, God, that shit feels good. Hell yes! Bite them, goddammit!"
Johnny acted on instructions, roughly chewing Celia's thick nipples as he drove his nails into her ass flesh. With his wife's lewd whimpering filling his ears, he spat viscous globs of spit on her tit meat and polished it with his tongue. He slurped the globes as she writhed in his grasp, orgastic currents surging through her body. When Johnny began sucking like a hungry infant, Celia cradled his head and pushed it deeper into her flesh. At last, Johnny started at her, his eyes glazed over with perversion.
"Alright, you dirty cum slut, get down and suck my fucking cock!
Celia dove under the covers at once, like a trained puppy, and slid her husband's foot long cunt buster to her lips. As her mouth engulfed his dick, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside of his cockhead, slipping her right hand between her legs to thoroughly coat four fingers in her slit slime. That done, she began jerking his shaft expertly as she sucked cock wantonly, inhaling his fuckmeat nearly down to the balls.
"Hell yes," he grunted lewdly, watching Celia's tongue dance along his cock shaft. "Suck that fuck stick, slut. Get it nice and wet. Goddamn, your mouth is so tight and warm. I can feel your lips milking me! But any real whore can take it rough," Johnny challenged, his cock pulsing with lust. "Think you can choke on cock like a real Sugar Ditch gutter slut?" he snarled, smiling when he felt his wife moan loudly on his shaft. His aggressiveness was feeding the flames of her desire.
