"DILF! jean opening your legs back up when you try to close them. "'s too much, jean, too much!" he just hushes you by kissing a trail from your forehead to your trembling lips, a sharp contrast of how hard and deep he's fucking into you. both of you came at least 3 times already, the squelch of your cunt and the base of your cream ringing and frothing at his base making it evident. tears of overstimulation pool at his own lash line and he can barely keep coherent thought with how well your taking him. jean just shoves your legs back open and keeps plowing into you as you sob. "i know you can take it baby." "want you to give me another baby." "fuck you're so tight..." "jean, jean- hold on- fuck, fuck!" strong hands wrapped around your ankles, prying them open and spreading your folds apart, your cunt drooling with a mixture of yours and your husband's cum as he continued to fuck into you.
neither of you could stop, even though your bodies are telling you otherwise. jean's fat cock just felt so good, same to him with how tight and warm your pussy is.
it's been so challenging to spend time together lately, with your new baby and all. sleeping has been considered luxury, let alone having a few hours with jean with 0 distractions. so when you decided to bring the baby to his parents for the weekend and surprise your beloved husband with dinner, embezzling yourself with the lingerie he picked out for you in your early years, he couldn't help it.
he's willing to fuck a child into you again; it's addicting.
"i love my darling's cunt. love it." he hisses, dragging your ankles around his waist, your nails digging on the skin of his arms which trapped you in place. eyes watery, his lashes weighed with sweat, dripping down your warmed cheeks, his hips never faltering from his consistent rhythm.
"jean! jean- oh my god- jean— no-" your lips continued to struggle with slurry chants, pussy clenched and tense as you released all over his cock for what seemed like the 3rd time, your legs snapping together from the overstimulation.
softly panting, eyes slowly drooping from fatigue, they quickly flicked up open when jean pushed your legs apart, and proceeded to shove himself back in and out of you mercilessly. your cunt squelched out juices from previous releases, pooling all over the sheets beneath you.
"jean... can't anymore, baby- i- it's-" he pressed his lips to yours, shushing you of what you had to say. in contrast to his rough pace, he slowed down, his palm resting on your stomach to feel his cock stretching you inside.
his lips were so soft, so gentle, a sharp distinction from the way his cock is cervix deep inside you. "do you want me to stop now, my darling?" he breathes against your lips, tinge smell of cigarettes hitting your nostrils.
you shook your head no, unable to open your mouth properly to speak a word. "i know you can take it princess, just a little more, alright?"
"okay..." tears stained your lash line, jean leaning in to kiss your cheekbone before his hips continued to slap against yours continuously, balls slapping against your ass, his hands holding onto your legs to keep you spread.
jean grunts, "baby, oh fuck baby, m'so close, god, i'm gonna cum— haah—" he nearly teared up, shooting his load up against your cervix and coating your walls pearl.
he kids, almost choking on air as he pulled his cock off you, his girth glistening with your juices, tip beaded with cum, "no way that didn't make a baby."
you couldn't help but sob-laugh, "you're stupid."
