But Dan’s boss had invited him on a hunting trip this weekend, which explained why Dan was up and getting dressed at this ungodly hour. Dan hadn’t been very enthused about going hunting, since he much preferred to spend the weekend using his prick on his voluptuous wife, shooting into pussy rather than stalking a defenseless deer. But he had never mentioned it, and, anyhow, he hadn’t noticed that phenomenon for almost a year now. She guided the bulging head of his prick into her cunt slot. He had lowered his leg now, without having stepped into his heavy wool hunting pants. Diana began to fuck before Dan did. Fuck my ass off!” she cried. She slid her hand down to the base and cupped his balls, finding them solid and swollen. He braced, taking his weight on his knees, muscular thighs tensing and rippling. On the other hand, Diana was always horny, anyhow, and a single fuck wouldn’t change that much.
