Sex (R)evolution - 1964

Margaret got back from London in '64 already knowing exactly what she wanted and zero shame about asking. She showed up in see-through lingerie and had Wally on his back before he could process it, mouth wrapped tight around his cock while he tried to remember how to breathe. Halfway through the surprise she flipped around, spread her knees, and sat on his face like it owed her money. The girl he used to fumble under the blanket was long gone. She rode his tongue with her hips rolling and thighs locked, then flipped off, shoved him inside, and fucked like she was making up for lost time. Every moan from her made Wally bolder; suddenly he was grabbing, flipping, pounding, and enjoying the hell out of it. They both came hard—twice—still laughing when they collapsed.