The Horny Husband

Lizz's hands were already sliding all over Kenny's back when he flipped around, hard as fuck. She saw the bulge and didn't look away. He grabbed her wrist. Lizz looked him straight in the eye and unzipped. Her robe hit the floor. She had nothing on underneath, tits perky, lips wet, ready for whatever. Kenny peeled off his shorts and his dick slapped his stomach. She smirked and climbed on, grinding her slick pussy against him while she pinched her own nipples. They hadn't fucked in weeks. She moaned like she'd been waiting on this all month. Kenny grabbed her hips and thrust up, raw and deep, not messing around. He pumped her like he was pent-up from marriage hell. She threw her ass back every stroke, sloppy and loud. Sweat ran down her chest and dripped onto him. Her cunt squeezed so tight she milked him inside her, ass rippling. He flipped her face-down, slammed back in, balls slapping her ass as she shoved a hand between her legs and fingered her clit. They kept the pace filthy, she screamed into the table, he grunted into her ear. Cum spilled out of her and ran down her thighs, but neither of them slowed until every drop of that frustration had been fucked out clean.