After they both caught their breath, he got back up to his feet and stuffed his thick, spent cock, covered in is cum and her juices, back into his boxer briefs and zipped up his jeans.
"I've got to get going, honey, sorry for the rush!"
He disappeared toward his office to grab the architectural drawings that he needed, and on the way back through the kitchen he gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she unrolled her yoga pants all the way off her curvy legs and tossed them into the corner. Now all she wore was his old gray shirt. She could feel his cum dripping down her soft, supple inner thighs, a reminder of his extreme desire for her and his endless virility.
"Bye babe, thanks for letting me unload!" He smiled and left the kitchen, heading toward the foyer. She heard the front door bang shut and was alone once again.
He always had so much cum, she thought, always filling my pussy up to the brim with his hot spunk or making a big mess all over my face.
His balls must just get so hot and full every day as he works hard, thinking about my tight little juicy pussy as he puts up studwalls.
She wanted to start touching herself again.
Good lord I am such a cumslut! I just want to be laid down on the sofa and pumped full of his cream again. I want to feel his desire in me all day, just throbbing away as he pumps me over and over and loses control, is balls emptying into his little slut's slit over and over. I have such an appetite for his cum!
Her face was flushed and her delicate hand fell down to her belly button, covered lightly in the gray cotton.
The kitchen was beginning to smell delicious, a savory cloud of pot roast filling the air and making her salivate. She was hungry, after their little exertion on the floor. Since it was late in the afternoon now, he would be home in a few hours for good, and she was looking forward to that time.