Janet's eyes fluttered closed as Roland's release painted her face, thick and warm, trickling down her skin in sticky rivulets. She parted her lips slightly, tasting him on her tongue, savoring the saltiness that mingled with her arousal.
"My Lord, it seems you have been holding…"
Her voice trailed off, breath catching as her gaze fell to his cock, still rigid and pulsing, standing proud even after his climax. Her heart raced, her body responding instantly to the sight, a jolt of electricity surging through her core.
Her pussy clenched, a deep, throbbing ache building within her as her mind flooded with desire. She blinked, her breath coming in shallow bursts, and then a soft laugh escaped her lips. "After not being intimate for months, I've forgotten how…rigid my husband is." Her voice was husky, tinged with wonder and a growing hunger.
Roland's cheeks flushed, his breath ragged as he stared at her, torn between concern and the primal need coursing through him.
"Wife…can…can you continue?" His voice was shaky, the words trembling as they left his lips. He was unsure, worried about overwhelming her, but the fire in her eyes told him she wanted this as much as he did.
Janet didn't hesitate. Her hands, still slick with his cum, wrapped around his shaft once more, but this time she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth with a hunger that surprised even her.
Her lips stretched around his girth, her tongue sliding along the underside of his length as she began to bob her head. Her movements were eager, almost frantic, as though she were trying to draw every last ounce of pleasure from him.
"My arms are numb…I need to use my mouth," she murmured around his cock, her words muffled but tinged with a playful edge. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes before she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the pressure exquisite, almost as if she were trying to suck the soul out of him.
Roland's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening as his hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting deeper into her mouth. A guttural moan escaped him, his head falling back as waves of pleasure surged through his body. "Janet…Shit…" His voice was a low growl, filled with both warning and praise.
Her free hand wandered lower, her fingers brushing against his balls, rolling them gently before applying a firmer pressure. She teased him, her touch alternating between soft caresses and playful squeezes, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
Roland's breath hitched, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control.
But Janet's inexperience only fueled her determination. She sucked harder, her lips sealing tightly around him as she worked his length with a fervor that left him gasping. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive ridge of his glans, her teeth grazing him lightly, the sensation driving him to the edge of madness.
The wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the air, mingling with their ragged breaths, a symphony of lust that neither of them could escape.
Inside Janet, her own arousal was building to a fever pitch. Her pussy throbbed, the ache unbearable, a fire that demanded to be quenched.
Her eyes widened as she felt his cock expand within her mouth, growing thicker, harder, as though it were feeding off her arousal. Her mind reeled, a flood of sensations overwhelming her, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure.
"What's happening…why is my pussy aching like this?" she thought, her thoughts a jumbled mess of need and confusion. Her body betrayed her, her hips grinding against nothing, seeking friction, relief, anything to ease the unbearable tension.
Roland noticed her discomfort, or perhaps her need, and without a word, his hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her soaked folds through the thin fabric of her dress. He cupped her, his touch firm yet gentle, and then his fingers dipped lower, brushing against her clit. Janet gasped, her body jolting as a spark of pleasure shot through her.
"Cumminggg!" she screamed, her voice a ragged, desperate cry as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching violently, waves of pleasure radiating outward, consuming her entirely. Her mind went blank, her vision blurring as she was swept away by the intensity of her climax.
Her mouth slowed, her lips still wrapped around Roland's cock, but her movements became sluggish, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. Roland, however, wasn't done. His hips thrust upward, driving himself deeper into her mouth, his own need boiling over. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth, the pace relentless, his control slipping.
Janet's eyes widened as she felt his cock pulse, a thick, hot flood of cum surging from his shaft, filling her mouth, spilling down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, the taste of him overwhelming, but there was too much, and it spilled past her lips, streaking down her chin and onto her dress. Her body trembled, another orgasm tearing through her as she came again, the intensity of her climax pushing her to the brink of consciousness.
Roland's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself into her, his release unrelenting. "Janet…" he groaned, his voice a ragged whisper, his body shaking as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
Her lips remained wrapped around him, her tongue lapping at the streams of cum as he continued to pulse in her mouth, her own body quivering with the aftershocks of her climax.
Her eyes rolled back, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure as Roland's cum continued to fill her mouth. She swallowed again, her throat working to keep up with the flood, her body trembling as she felt another surge of cum from him, thicker this time, spilling over her lips and onto her chin.
"Husband…" she managed to gasp, her voice barely audible, her body still shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.
Roland's chest heaved as he slowly withdrew his cock from Janet's mouth, the slick, wet sound of separation making his body twitch.
Thick strands of cum and saliva hung between her lips and his glistening shaft, the pearly liquid sliding down the length of him, dripping onto the fabric of his trousers. Janet's eyes were half-lidded, her expression dazed, her lips parted and swollen from the intensity of their encounter. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.
She looked up at him, her gaze hazy, a soft, delirious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her tongue darted out, catching a stray drop of his release that had settled on her bottom lip.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a low, breathy moan escaping her throat as she savored the taste of him. Roland's cock twitched at the sight, still hard and throbbing, demanding more. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to give in, to take her again, to bury himself deeper into her warmth.
But Janet's body was limp, her legs splayed awkwardly, her arms draped at her sides. Her face was flushed, her skin glistening with sweat, her hair tangled and damp. She looked spent, utterly wrecked from the intensity of her pleasure
Roland's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and concern. He couldn't push her further.
He reached down, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Janet…" he murmured, his voice rough.
"You have just given birth.So it's better to stop now."