He knelt down, lined up his cock and shoved it home. One stroke and he was fully buried in her cunt. His balls slapped against her ass as he bottomed ...out.“Oh My God – Fuck Me!” she cried.So, he did. This was no love making session. This was just an out and out fuck rut. He quickly threw her legs over his arms and began to slam his cock in and out of her cunt. This was going to be brutally quick for both of them.“Oh fuck your pussy is hot.”“Fuck me, damnit. Quit yapping and fuck me!” she told. He shook his head and said, "Honey, not at this time of night. I have a better idea."Jumping out of bed he took the bottle of Tabasco out of Kathy's hand and went out to the kitchen. Looking in the refrigerator he found what he had remembered seeing: a pressurized container of whipped cream. Grinning, he grabbed it and a bottle of cocktail cherries and returned to the bedroom. With the containers behind his back he looked at his wife lying on her back with her legs still spread wide. Looking at. At her tits I spend time kissing and sucking, I suck each nipple into my mouth then biting down on them. She moans and a scream as I bite them. Then moving down I get to her sweet, hot, wet pussy, and I start to kiss and lick it slipping my tongue between her lips and tasting her.Remembering the aroma and taste of Sara it is almost as if she had come back to me again. “Slut you will not cum! Not until I give you permission.”“Yes Master Daddy I will wait for your permission”, she says with a. Got freshen up and had dinner. In the bed I had nice fuck with my wife by remembering morning incident. I was quite hard today which my wife also observed. But didn’t told anything to my wife.Next day routine office started and was busy in meeting and my phone ranged but since it was unknown number, didn’t replied. Meeting got over by lunch time. I had lunch & was resting and checking my whats app massages and call log. Then I remembered about the morning call and hence dialed that number but.