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disappearing into thin air as he felt his
wife’s pussy come to life around his cock.   And it latched onto him like an attachment, and wouldn’t let him move
without friction.  
    He loved her
friction.   It made his pathway narrow and
sweet.   And all he wanted to do was lay
there and fuck her.   He banged her.   He pumped her.   He pounded her.   Gina was feeling every thrash to the roots of
her hair.   She even squeezed his ass, and
was holding on for wonderful dear life, as he thrashed her.  
    He held her
tightly in his arms as he fucked her.   “Oh, Gina ,” he started saying,
as the feelings intensified to even heights he hadn’t anticipated.   “ Gina !”
he said again, his hands coursing through her soft, short hair, his mouth
kissing her all over her pretty face.   “ Gina !”
    And his dick
kept thrashing against her walls every time he said her name.   He slid, in and almost out, in and almost
out, his dick filling up with her love.   And the sounds in the silence was deafening.   The bed creaking.   The grunts and groans.   And the slushing sounds of her saturation and
his movements inside that saturation caused them both to fall into a rhythm
that became a song.   And Dutch, Gina
felt, sung it better than any man had ever attempted to sing it before.  
    Dutch then
moved onto his back, taking Gina with him.   Now she was on top of him.   But
nothing changed.   He was still inside of
her.   He was still pounding her with a
fierceness they could barely take.   Gina
laid down on his thick chest, her love for him becoming like a drug.   And when he wrapped his arms around her,
melding her to him, making her his again, she wanted to cry.  
    She’d never
had a man like Dutch before.   She’d never
felt the kind of love he gave to her before, and the respect.   He took care of her.   In the bedroom and all
points in between.   And as his
dick side-swiped her pussy, and as he fucked her with an aggression that made
it clear who was in charge of this union, she closed her eyes in deep down
satisfaction.   And she let him stay in
charge.
    Dutch could
feel her heartbeat as he fucked her.   He
could feel her body shivering and arching and stretching against his body.   He rubbed her ass, and squeezed her ass, as
his cock kept giving her a glide.   He
missed this.   He missed her.   He wanted to leave a streak inside of her
from his pounding alone.   He wanted to
leave his mark.
    And that was
when it happened.   That was when they
came.   Gina arched and he tightened and
they came.   It felt like a grunted-out
exhale.   It felt like a pouring out of
love.   And when they couldn’t bear it
anymore, it felt like an explosion.  
    Dutch
grabbed her and held her and met her body arch with an arch of his own.   He wanted to spill out deep inside of
her.   He wanted to leave her scorched
with his love.   And she was
scorched.   By the time he finished
putting that pounding on her, she felt as if she was on fire with his love.
    When they
stopped shaking with the drain of sexual satisfaction, and were able to move at
all, Dutch managed to pull out of Gina.   It immediately reignited that sensual friction his deep penetration
created, but he still managed to move.   He got out of bed.
    He went into
the bathroom, peed and cleansed his penis, and then returned with a damp
cloth.   Gina knew the routine.   Dutch did this often.   She therefore moved higher on the pillows, as
he opened her legs.  
    “Enjoyed
it?” he asked as he sat there, legs crossed, and wiped her.  
    Gina looked
at this gorgeous man, as his silky black hair dropped cross his forehead.   She smiled.   “What do you think?”
    “I don’t
mean to brag,” Dutch said, playfully bragging, “but I think you had the time of
your life, kid.”
    Gina laughed
and swatted the powerful biceps of his muscular arms.   “Don’t flatter yourself ,
Mister,” she said, causing Dutch to laugh too.  
    When