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I saw this reaction gif yesterday, and it... inspired me. I tell you no lies when I say I woke up at two in the morning with the idea in my head and couldn't get back to sleep. So I jerked it, then sat down to write this for you. First-person you hurt me quotes for dat POV effect. And it's a short blowjob because I don't like blowjobs in my porn. We'd had dinner half an hour ago and were on the couch, watching... something on Netflix. Companiable, sedate, kind of our style. Since she'd walked in the door – it was my night to cook – I'd had my eye on her. I don't know what it was about the day. Maybe something in the water, or something someone said to me. But I wanted her. We'd been married for ten years, and we'd fallen into a routine. Sex was almost always for the bedroom, and it was always slow, loving, focused on each other, a romantic affair with lots of eye contact. But tonight, she'd had her eye on me too. So, I though... why not go to bed early? "Hey babe..." I started, punctuating my question with a kiss, "want to go make love?" I'd said it as svelte as I could, and I held the eye contact – I knew that worked. She looked into my eyes – "No." I'm sure she could see a little confusion, then a little defeat. Her mouth smiled and gave her away before she continued. "I want you to fuck me like you just bought me." I know I smiled then. I stood up and offered her my hand, which she took and didn't use at all on her way to her feet – almost too fast, she lost contact with the ground for a moment. "Well then. We'd better get into character." I dropped her hand and brought mine up to beneath her chin, raising her – gently – to the tips of her toes. I let my eyes harden. I'd meant what I said. I used the hand beneath her chin to guide her slowly closer to me, and spoke into her face. "Now my dear," my tone was different, not conversational or playful anymore, but harder – businesslike. "Undress for me." There was a little shock as she realised I meant it, but then – a change in body language, in expression as she became softer. More demure. Controllable. I let her down to her feet. I sat. I watched. "Yes sir." She started with her pants. Just jeans, but nice. They slid to the floor, followed by the little cotton pinks she'd worn that day. She stepped out of them carefully, raising them with her foot to her hand. They were folded and laid carefully on an easy chair away from me, giving me the full view as she bent at the hips. She turned, and let her hands wander over that special place as she reached for the corners of her blouse, taking it off over her head, and again onto the chair. The bra followed fast and she turned to me, hands at her sides, that body language still there – soft, demure, controllable. She let my eyes dance over her and liked it. So did I. how to fuck in a car sex position Even at this age her nipples were sweet and pink, and hardening in the not-quite-warm air. Her hips followed that same line I'd spotted thirteen years ago in a crowded room, and she'd shaved that morning, a little strip pointing me to my place. She couldn't fail to get a rise out of me. I stood. "And now... undress me." She came over and did as she was told. My tie and jacket had backseat sex pics been off before dinner, and my shirt was her first object of interest, her fingertips trailing on my skin, leaving tingles where they'd been. The shirt didn't last long. I took her in my arms now. I'd always loved the feeling of her breasts rubbing against me. She looked up. "Am I doing well sir?" I kissed her. "You are. Don't stop now." A tweak of her nipple and she squatted before me. We both knew what came next. Button. Fly. Pants on the ground and she guided road head pics my feet out of them, but left them there. Jockeys down. Boner out. Boner in. Boner further in. Not to the hilt at first, but in time... She worked her way up and down my shaft, each time a little deeper, a little tighter at the back until she was almost there. But she stayed there. Now that wouldn't do, would it? Decisions – to make her do it herself, or to make her do it? "Deeper. All the way." She looked up at me, and I could see the concentration, the eagerness to please... She took it down. Into her throat, she swallowed, making those muscles constrict and ripple down the shaft, squeezing, tightening, moving on. I almost came then and there. That wouldn't do, I had to use her for more than her mouth. I took her head in my hands and pulled her back from my cock. Raised her to her feet, turned her to face the same direction as me. Took her bottom in my hand to guide her, and let one finger slip and rub – she was wet halfway down her thighs. "Walk with me." We walked. To the dinnertable where we'd just eaten. She knew what I wanted, and she needed no prompting. Her breasts blossomed out to her sides as she pressed her body down onto it. This was my favourite part. Every time, no matter the medium, this was my favourite part. The first penetration. I took my time and savoured it. I walked behind her, took her hips, and her ass into my hands. Teased her a little with short prods, not even the whole of the head deep, just enough to let her lips know I was there. I could feel her getting wetter. There was the urge to withdraw and taste that wetness, but I had more urgent matters at hand. This prod didn't stop. I pushed it in almost to the end of my head, and flexed it there. She couldn't have stopped the little moan if she'd tried, and I don't think she did. I pushed my head in and the moan got loader. Slowly but not gently, I pushed in, deeper, deeper, filling her. I knew how to find her G-spot and I let my head push across it, just for that moan to become a little yelp for a moment, until I was as far in as I could go. And then out, until nothing but the head remained in. In and out. Faster, faster, hitting her G-spot... well, not everytime, but often enough. Have you ever heard a small engine turning over and over, getting louder as you walk toward it? I have, and that's what she was like. Her moan wouldn't stop, but it got louder, reaching a peak at the depth of every thrust, reaching a higher one at the depth of the next one. She went until she was out of breath, and I kept going. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhfuckyeahhhhhhhhh" In and out, faster, faster, letting her moan push me. I used her over the table until I felt I was close, and then I left it in there and leant over her. "I want something new, now." I couldn't quite lift her on my own, but guided her over onto her back. "Are you feeling flexible?" She couldn't tell what I was thinking, but let her body be pliable in my hands. I raised her left leg above her head and she held it there, then I followed with her right. Her knees splayed out to the side, but she was flexible enough to do this. But it still wasn't enough... My tie was draped over the back of my chair. I let her see me take it. I watched her eyes and there was no fear, so it went around her wrists and ankles. She let me tie her in a pretzel, helpless, with her ass pointing directly towards me. Perfect. I took it. Her thighs were in my hands and my head was against her hole. We hadn't done this before, so it would have to be slow. But there was no need for lubrication, she had flooded us both. I poked her. Not with the whole head, same as before. "Ooooh," came the moan, genuine pleasure and curiosity as to what would be next, so I continued. No prodding. Just slowly pushing in beyond the head. Her breathing was hard and her chest and face were both red. Her eyes were closed. I pushed further. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Slowly. Slower than before. I went in and out, savouring how tight she was. There was no question of her enjoyment, her moans let me know. She took me and let me use her to the fullest. I took her as deep as I ever had. Slowly. In and out, slowly, tight. Oh it was good. This would have to be the last position, I knew it. She didn't. In and out, closer and closer. She came before I did, her orgasm shuddering her body, tightening everything around me and making me come too. Still inside, I let it pump into her body, and it liked it. She pushed down against me as hard as she could and took it all. I was done. I pulled out of her carefully, letting the tightness squeeze the last of my come from the tip and into her. I picked her up by her head and drew her to my mouth for a hard, hungry kiss. The tie came off. Worse for wear, but special enough to wear tomorrow with a smile. She came down from the table and held me, her breathing still hard, tickling my skin. Our characters were wearing off. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. "Shower?" She nodded. I held her ass the whole way there. Remember kids, always piss in the shower after sex positions for a car, and if you took it in the ass, have a shit soon. ShowMeYourSexyBits comment