Quickies Hit Different, But In A Wet Pussy.

My Husband’s Best Desire And I Give It To Him Anywhere And Anytime.

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Disclaimer: This story is rated 18+, please know that readers discretion is highly recommended. This article is only for education, information and fun, no hate or discrimination. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Quickies aren't the same when your pussy is soaked and ready. At 28, I have found out that my husband's biggest pleasure is when I indulge him in raw, urgent fucking, no matter what and no matter when. He's always looking to play in my wet pussy and see how eager I am to please him. And I love to give him just that!

It was a perfect illustration this morning. He was running late and around the kitchen with a cup of coffee. I was still in my robe, coming out of the shower. I grabbed him by the waist, held him close and asked him in a hushed voice, “Quickie before you go?” His eyes went black.

I bent over the kitchen counter, wiggled my robe up and spread my legs. My pussy was all sloppy, and it was sooooo soft, and it was in pain for him. He didn’t hesitate. He released his stiff cock and rubbed it over my slippery skin and pushed it in deep. When he filled me so quickly, I was moaning loudly. He was hard, fast and gave me what I wanted; hips slamming my ass, he did it with force.

“God, your pussy is so wet,” he grumbled as he made love to me. Quickies like this are all the time extreme, and I feel the urgency and the danger of being caught and how my creamy juices coat his cock with each thrust. I fucked his ass in seconds, pussy squeezing him down my thighs, wet ooze oozing down them. He kept on fucking me through it whilst he was releasing himself until he all but entered me and saturated me with hot pulses.

He was out, slapped my ass slightly, kissed my neck and dashed out of the door with a satisfied smile on his face. I stood there, cum dripping down my legs, deliciously used and loved.

Anytime, Anywhere

During lunch we stopped in a quiet parking lot last week in the car. “It's time I needed you,” I said to him. I got in the backseat and opened my petticoats, and he kicked my ass in the tight confines of my backseat. As cars drove outside, I felt each and every thrust in my wet pussy. I rushed over; I spurted myself onto his seat as he was filling me.

I give him the chance in the shower, against the wall, when I'm bored at work in the shower. My pussy is prepared for him to come in, is creamy and is eager. He enjoys me getting all wet for quickies and how my body reacts immediately to him. It's so hot when he takes it fast and hard, and I feel his dick coming out of me as I'm working.

It is his favourite wish, he tells me: that I'll give him my wet pussy any time he asks. I love being that to Him. Our marriage is still exciting and passionate because we are spontaneous.

Quickies are different when your puss is dripping and your partner knows just what you both need at the time. Even if it happens to be in the middle of work or in the middle of the day, or at 5 am, I will still give it to him just about anywhere and anytime, because “my husband's dreams are my command, and he is my king, and I'm his wet, creamy pussy.”

You and your partner might love spontaneous quickies and get your jollies from them and find that they're addictive.

Disclaimer: This story is rated 18+, please know that readers discretion is highly recommended. This article is only for education, information and fun, no hate or discrimination. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

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