My wife has the sweetest cock.
The way she tucks it into her panties, the head just barely peeks out the elastic cinching her leg.
I lean down and lick at it until her length fattens and stiffens straight down the inside of her thigh.
Then there I am, my head under her skirt, sucking her salty syrup down my throat.
I gaze up past fabric rucked to her waist, past pink-tipped tits heaving,
to the tongue resting in the corner of swollen red lips.
Her hips rock that gorgeous knob until my throat clenches, my eyes water,
and her jizz dives to my belly.
I lick her clean, wind her softening dick into the taut hammock cradled between her thighs.
Damp satin slicks my thumb as I
smooth her skirt into place.