Slick smiles at his wives hard words, pumping his heavy cock slowly. He times each sensation of bliss felt in his thighs and balls.
“I’mma fuck ya’ till ya’ scream e’very letta’ in my name.” “ Ya’ stuck up bitch,” he sneers.
Kelly laughs loud, almost breaking the spell as she feels her tight pussy quiver slightly. “Your such an ignoramus,” the flapper quips.
“I married you because your a good piece of stiff dick.”
“Nothing more than a wonderful supply of good sex.”
A few feet away, feeling his cock reach its peak hardness, warm steel ready to slice through the most delicate flesh. Slick smirks.
“Then get’cho ass on’em knees and put in ya’ mouf.” “Ya bossy cunt,” the thug smiles as he strokes.
Unbothered, Kelly opens her legs even wider, saying nothing. She allows her blond hair to gently fall back in a breeze swept array of cropped blonde curls, enjoying her own fixations.
“I’m the woman. Come to me. Bow down to my social rank. You street urchin,” she moans deeply.
Slick grins as he continues to stroke himself to a proud and robust nine inches.
“Naw, fuck. I wear tha’ pants in this fuck’in family.”
“Gi’t that sweet pussy on dis’ fat dick.”
“I can’t stand uppity sluts,” Slick growls with a grin.
Suddenly, as if unimpressed, or at least pretending to be, Kelly swings around to her vanity mirror. The beauty powders her bosom with fine pressed talcum, a lush gold handled muff dabbing at her moist cleavage.
The stunning vixen looks over to her husband and his impressive endowment, watching Slick glide up and down as the hustler’s blue eyes blaze with fire.
“When your finished. Leave.”
“And don’t get that sticky stuff on my rug or settee. Those chairs are worth more than your sorry ass,” Kelly leers at her husbands reflection.
Dejected, Slick grins.
The battle is not over.
This is why he married the ‘Ice Bitch of McClellanville’.
Lowering himself, finally arriving down to plush pink mohair carpet. Slick settles on his knees as he crawls forward. The sexy hunk is silently glad that Benjamin is not anywhere around. His half brother would have a hearty laugh.
Slowly, the hustler makes his way on his hands and knees as his hard cock and balls swing low, finally over to his misses.
Kelly smiles gently at the arrival of her only true love in life as she swings around with open legs and giggles. Gently, Slick grabs his wife by the waist, enjoying touch of silk along his rough fingertips.
Turning as her husband eyes her creamy thighs enviously, hungry, Kelly slides up her silk night gown. Imported from Paris, made of the rarest silk and satin, the delicate fabric slowly glides up over long legs.
As her husband watches, hearing him breath heavily, the seductress touches below, parting her delicate vulva. Plump and bare, the beauty exposes the most precious of pink in all the room.
As Slick mouth waters, he lowers his face close to his lovers inner thighs, smelling her trademark scent, Chanel No.5, hearing Kelly sigh deeply.
“Damn baby gal,” Slick murmurs.
Feeling her lover’s body heat, Kelly instantly inhales. A deeply felt spiritual and physical need making itself known as an exhaled whisper. She has wanted this precious moment since Slick left a month ago.
The killer has been away on ‘blood business’, leaving the young wife to her own self and useless lovers. Neglecting Kelly’s love in the way only Slick can make her feel.
Kelly has lovers of her own, Slick knows this. Any true flapper girl does, especially one that is rich and worldly.
Diego is her spanish lover, a broad shouldered hunk from Madrid. Kelly has never bothered to learn his last name, only his first. Of which she screams out loud as the young latin lover eats her pussy. The gigolo's specialty.
Harry is another lover, a brown Dominican macho sugar cane worker. Proud and dashingly gorgeous. Kelly loves the way the casanova dances, especially in- between the sheets. With a body that seems to be carved by God himself, the young Dominican's strokes are deep and replenishing.
He is a good lover, though speaks very little english and with even less staying power. Even with all of his machismo. Harry is no match for a tight well cared for wet muff.
No man, can compare to love. No matter how beautiful, talented or virile. Especially if the most loved is all of the above. And so much more.
Kelly watches as Slick lowers his hot mouth, his quivering lips already wet and hungry, smothering her most sacred intimate happiness. As the hunk sends gentle ripples up the beauty’s spine, Kelly sighs. Instantly feeling her husbands hot mouth directly on her clit, the young woman resounds with an inner completeness only the man between her legs can manifest.
Kelly sighs deeper, opening her legs wider as Slick’s head is surrounded by her soft thigh flesh. Bulls-eye. As his wet mouth needles in-between wet warm sensual folds of sex, pressed firmly into all the young blonde has become, Kelly sighs more, feeling the gates of heaven grow close.
Slick is not a ‘beat around the bush’ type of man. He zeroes in on what needs attention. Foreplay can come later.
Suddenly, feeling her husband gently maul her wet love, the young woman suddenly yanks the scoundrel by his shoulder length hair, another thing she loves about her man.
Slick looks up with innocence and care. “Wha -- wha’ baby gurl ... too rough?,” the hustler deeply growls, lips wet and shiny.
Kelly smiles, so happy to feel the presence of her husband. His robust strong body, well built biceps and powerful shoulders. The young woman is at peace.
“Foreplay daddy. “
“Its been sometime .... “
“I’m a lady remember ..... your wife,” the vixen purrs.
Gently reminded, his mouth full of delicate flesh once again, Slick gently glides his thick tongue all around his woman’s inner thighs. Suckling tender skin, gnawing softly, skilled in the art of culinary sex play.
As Kelly’s mind floats up and above, into a world custom made for every woman in creation, the stud ignites a fire deep in-between the woman’s silky ingenuity that will burn hot and fierce this morning.
Slurping as his thick tongues probes deeply, Slick lips press hard against all
