Creampie Hardcore
Then it was her turn for creampie hardcore. She pushed him back on his back, played with his cock, and made small talk as only lovers can. Then she swung her leg over like a cowboy mounting a bronc, and placed her dripping pussy right over his monster phallus. She held his cock in position and slowly sank onto it. (I love this creampie hardcore, 'cause I can watch her tits sway with the motion, play with them, or pull her over to suck them) She knew how to milk this position to the max, and teased him with her tits, while riding her stallion. His staying power was beyond any belief. After riding the top for a while, he rolled her over, staying inside her, and proceeded to show her positions that she had never heard of - and neither had I! There was one position he taught her that night that she showed me, and has become our favorite. We like it so much that we call it creampie hardcore!
He arrived to take her to the movies at 7, and the sounds didn't subside until midnight. Where was I? And what was I doing this whole time? Next time!
I thought I had prepared myself for this creampie hardcore. I didn't want to loose my cool. I had a good book, and a couple of beers set aside in the room, and was prepared to sit and wait it out. I figured: How long can it take for her to turn this guy on, get him to fuck her, and say goodbye? I thought, maybe an hour, the whole ordeal will be over, and I'll have my wife back. If you have never been through such creampie hardcore, you have no idea of the thoughts racing through your head: Is he good? Is he a lot better than you? Is he bigger than you?