Eager young wife
Tammy Phillips' cunt throbbed deliciously. She looked out the window, watching her husband mow the lawn. He was bare-chested, his skin a rich, dark brown. Even after two years of marriage, his muscular body still inflamed her with desire.
"Kevin!" she yelled. "Can you come in for a few minutes?"
Kevin looked up, then frowned. He could recognize that hungry look in Tammy's eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked, his tone edged with irritation.
Again, a quick stab of pleasure ripped into Tammy's pussy. Her eyes dropped to the enormous bulge in Kevin's cut-offs, and she wanted him badly.
"Come on in for a beer," she said. "You look hot!"
"And you look a lot hotter," he muttered under his breath.
"Please?" she begged.
He shut the mower off and walked toward the house. Tammy watched his easy cat-like gait as he sauntered up the steps. When he came through the door she could smell the acrid aroma of his maleness. Glistening drops of sweat clung to his muscled flesh.
Her pussy began to burn hotter as she looked at him. She wanted nothing more than having his hairy legs wrapped around hers, having his cock thrusting deeply into her guts.