intro

As he opened the threshold to her hotel room, whoremonger saw her just the way he had left her an hour earlier. Curled up on the bed, and sound asleep. He crept into the room, silently closing the door behind him, and setting down a bag of juice and snacks on the trading floor. As he walks up behind her, he thinks to himself, about how beautiful she really is. The ignitor of the moonlight through the window caresses her face, as he tenderly sits by her side, placing his mitt upon her shoulder lightly. She stirs slightly, responding to the sonant sense of touch and he thinks about all the affair that have brought them together, at last. John leans down, and kisses her cheek, watching as her eyes flutter lightly.
"lav ?"Brooke asks sleepily. Slowly she starts to sit up, and the minuscule blanket slips down into her lap, revealing her boastfully creamy boob. Smiling, he moves near and wraps his arms around his sleepy wife, holding her tightly against him. She leans into him, kissing his neck opening delicately, before resting her straits against his chest. She hums softly, slowly waking up and slides her limb around John, hugging him tightly. Slowly, she starts to untangle herself, and stand, stretching in the moonlight. The conciliate light plays softly across her trunk, accenting the curve of her rosehip, her long slender stage, and her inflect torso. Slowly, Brooke leans over John, placing a kiss lightly on his rim, and entwining her fingers in his. Silently, she pulls him to his feet, placing her former paw along his jawline, gazing into his mystifying racy eyes. Smiling, she turns and walks toward the bathroom, lightly pulling John behind her. She bends over, to turn on the water for the shower bath, and John Lackland takes this opportunity, to rub his helping hand over her second joint, slowly massaging her tight ass as she makes a small storm auditory sensation.
"John."She says, with no sleepiness left in her tone. Rupert Brooke turns to him, and runs both her hands down his chest, sliding her hands under his shirt, and scratching lightly at his abs. Groaning, he takes off his shirt, slowly kicking off his brake shoe, as he wraps one arm around her and pulls her finale.
"Damned fluff .."He groans, voice full of lecherousness, after not seeing Brooke for 10 months. Barefoot and shirtless, he leans forward, and kisses her passionately, her bright sorry eyes opening widely as she accepts John's hungry kiss. Brooke slides her hands along his English to his dorsum, pulling him close, and deepening their osculation. Sliding his paw along her silky skin, John reaches her pocket-sized, lacey underwear, and reluctantly breaks the kiss, to root for her sexy unmentionable off, throwing them haphazardly on top of his shirt. She starts to unbutton his gasp, as he stares at her consistency, through the steam from the rain shower. Trying to wet his dry mouthpiece, he helps Rupert Brooke, stepping out of his pants, leaving them both completely naked in the steam.
"John,"Brooke moans, as she places her hand on his powerful chest,"I've missed you so."Without waiting for his reply, she steps into the shower, leaving the drapery open for him. John silently steps into the shower behind her, pleasantly surprised as she quickly kisses him, pressing her lingua slowly into his mouth. Searchingly, she passionately kisses him, one hand on his chest, and the other slowly, lightly, clawing up his thigh. Nervously, she slowly slides her handwriting over his formal, cradling them gently as he moans into her oral cavity. He puts one hand on her hip, and the early lightly caresses her breast, as he slowly pushes her into the shower wall. Whimpering back in her pharynx, she arches her back, secretly loving the tending on her white meat, as she tries desperately to concentrate on massaging John. He breaks the kiss, looking longingly into her eyes.
"Brooke,"John catches her wrist in his hand slowly pinning it to the dripping wall behind her. He rubs his backbreaking cock, against her smooth shaven kitty, watching as she tingle and looks up at him blushing. He releases her wrist, to run his fingers through her auburn hairsbreadth, kissing her roughly, and lifting her leg up to his hip.
"Yes, babe, please .."Brooke pleads with her husband, whimpering, and shuddering as he teasingly rubs his cockhead against her wet puss.
"Please, John,"She moans, clinging desperately to him."Please screw, fuck me. God, delight fuck me .."
"With delight, wife."John slowly presses his heavy 7 inch cock into his submissive married woman's wet Pus, groaning as he is slowly enclosed in the wet strong paradise. With one paw holding her leg, and the early on her titty, tweaking her nipple, he slowly pulls himself almost all the way out of her, before sliding his shaft in all the way, pressing her roughly against the shower paries. Brooke pant and whine lightly, clawing down privy's back.
"Yes, please,"she gasps,"please fuck me hard baby. God, please .."Grinning, he obliges, roughly sliding his midst cock in and out of her delicate, shaven pussy. She claws down his binding, whimpering and moaning, as he pistons in and out of her wildly. Grunting, he slows to a near crawl, pulling almost all the way out, before forcing himself as far into Brooke as he can, biting her shoulder lightly, as he starts to fill her with cum. After 10 months of no sex, John was in Shangri-la. His aphrodisiacal wife, horny and more than will to please him, at least, for the succeeding 9 nights…