Muscular strong arms and shoulders, sexy beard so biteable and tuggable. Beautiful salty scents with masculinity running through his fit torso. Hair in all the right places, that thickens and darkens into a patch that leads to the centre of him, his manhood. This is my husband. He is the man that I've just described. Muscly, hairy, deliciously aroused all the time, and such a delight to look at!
Late last night he was taking a shower. I had already had one and had just a slip on, one he loves on me as it excentuates my breasts that he so adores. I walked into the steamy room, closing the toilet seat and sitting down. I gazed at him, showering and washing himself, eyes closed and muscles gleaming from the soapy bubbles.
He opened his eyes and smiled wryly. I took the straps of my slip off my shoulders and let my breasts free, they sprung forth and I cupped them both, juggling them slightly with a smile to match his on my face
His wonderful cock immediately begin to stir and circled at his feet. I spread my creamy thighs for him and he started intently at my slit, the stiffening, opening lips and love button that was moments before hidden was now peeking out to say hello.
I lovingly stroked my vulva and he in turn took his proudly standing shaft in his left hand and began to stroke it, all the while he hungrily stared at the open and wet and frankly by this point quivering place between my legs.
He put his right arm up and leaned against the top of the shower door , steadying himself for the knee trembling that he intended to evoke within himself. I played with the fur above my opening and tugged on it which I found pleasurable... then gave all my attention to my twitching clit ; rubbing it this way and that, fingers a jerking blur as they knowingly sought to give the pleasure I so desired.
My husband's beautiful fit hairy stomach tightened every couple of seconds as he bucked his hips into his fist , cock so thick and long and pink, balls bouncing against the base of his cock...
I felt the trickle build within my womb as I watched him and knowing his body so well I knew he was close. His balls pulled in close to his body and he moaned deeply and gasped, stomach clenching and cock head spurting 2, 3, 4 times all over the shower wall, hips and buttocks jerking forward to milk every last drop of semen out.
I panted, humped and softly groaned as the trickle became a fountain and I felt my vagina and anus contracting, waves of exquisite joy running through my whole body whilst my husband with his dark sexy eyes, mouth slightly open in a pleased smile and cock still hard and twitching about; cock head still dripping cum .
I slipped off the slip and went over to the shower and knelt in front of him , gently licking his saltiness making him jump. He helped my up and like the gentleman that he is he moved the hot water to my breasts and began soaking us up, washing away our juices.
He rubbed his still hard cock head through my labia. I sighed and began to roll my hips into him. He almost winced ; too soon for him for yet. He pushed me gently against the cool times and used his middle and second finger to delve into my folds and expertly stroke, tugging and patting my hood which emitted little juicy sounds bringing me to another climax, hips still rolling, breasts jiggling, eyes rolled back and mouth open and grunting quietly.
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