She held him in her arms, her body shaking, his cock inside her, filling her. He held her in his arms, her mouth yielding to his, thrusting in and out of her. Candlelight danced across his cheek, lighting his eyes; they held her gaze, she found strength in his embrace.
Sheila had met Jason at his house, a meeting of hearts that had begun when she started working with him at the hospital. She was a great nurse, and an eager learner. He had experience, and a heart of gold. The separation she felt with her husband had driven her to Jason, and their mutual attraction of each other soon led them to this place, to his bed. She held him in her arms, and he held her in his.
Sucking his cock had been, she decided, a good way to fend off her nervousness and propel her forward in her affair. Jason was a polite but willing recipient of her attention, and he had chuckled when she knelt before him, unzipped his jeans, and then struggled to pull out his large cock. By the look on her face, her husband's cock was...smaller. Sheila had done her best, years having gone by since she had given a blowjob, and was able to warm him up with both her hand and mouth.
Now, in his bed, the intensity and pressure of that big cock of his penetrating her was bringing on a wave of pleasure she had all but forgot existed. She moaned as they kissed; his tongue teased hers, his muscular chest pressed happily against her full breasts. His cock was a machine, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, always giving, never relenting in his desire to give her pleasure.
