He braced, taking his weight on his knees, muscular thighs tensing and rippling. Dan tossed his pants down and moved over to the bed, curling up beside her. Her blonde cunt bush was luxuriant, spreading in a wide vee from her groin and, below, her pussy was like a pool of quicksand, with her stiff cunt standing out like a pink post. “It’s okay, darling,” she murmured. “Ahhhhh!” Diana sighed. Dan was starting to step into his pants, his outline dark against the pearly dawn light from the window, and as he raised one leg, his cockeyed wife saw the silhouette of his enormous cock hanging down. She had given him a blowjob the night before. His cock-knob was a heavy, wedge-shaped slab and his stalk was a thick tube, so that his prick was shapely as well as huge, the sort of contoured cock that pleased a lady. Cuntjuice was streaming from her slot, washing over his cock-knob and running down his prick like melted pearls.
