Wrapping the hairs on his chest in her fingers she again kissed him passionately while pinching his hard nipples. Grabbing her head he steadied himself and began to enjoy the feel of her soft lips and tongue bathing his swollen cockhead. Her smile beamed back at him, almost a dare not to love her. Jean let out a whimper when James reached down to pinch her nipples and pull them tight. Visiting his den, once the center of their marathon sex chatting, James surveyed how it was now only used for storage. Before she could again speak, he set down the camera and closed the distance between them. “Darling, let me help things along.”
James smiled a knowing stare as Jean worked her jeans down across her ample hips and kicked them aside, her only covering, a thin white satin panty with a lace V that ended just above her slit. Not a regret box as much as a path never fully taken box. As she continued to grip his thick cock, her sounds were a mixture of a growl, especially when she could not get his girth down her throat before her gag reflex kicked in. He had often thought of this picture as his favorite “before” picture. Bending down, as if to pray, James began to kiss and gently lick the
