There was a loud crash as the wooden bowl of fruit fell to the floor, its contents rolling in all directions. Seb and Savannah were oblivious to it though, all they were interested in was each other.
The reason for the fruit bowl's plunge to the floor was Seb. Unable to resist the sight of Savannah walking around the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his oversized white T-shirts, he'd lifted her up onto the dining table and pushed her down onto her back, sending the fruit bowl flying.
"Jesus Sav, you're fucking killing me," he growled as he pushed the T-shirt up, revealing her otherwise naked body to him. He grabbed hold of her breasts, kneading them as he positioned himself between her legs.
Sav groaned as her nipples hardened and her pussy began to pulsate. She just couldn't get enough of him, nor he of her. In the week since they'd first made love they'd been at it like rabbits. It was a wonder she could still walk after the poundings he'd given her.
Seb let go of one of her breasts and his hand went to the button and zip of his denim cutoffs. He made quick work of them and dipped his hand inside. He pulled out his rock hard cock, pushing it straight inside her. She cried out with pleasure as he began thrusting in and out of her vigorously.
Seb's tongue snuck out the corner of his mouth as he upped the tempo. This was no love making. This was pure fucking. What was his sweet, sexy wife doing to him? He'd never had a sex drive like this! He'd been a once or twice a week man with Harmony. With Savannah he was lucky to get through two hours without ending up inside her. He ran his hand over her breasts again before sliding both hands down her body grabbing hold of her hips and holding her steady while he began to fuck her even harder.
Savannah grabbed onto the edges of the glass and chrome table, wrapping her legs around Seb's waist. She was already close to her climax. Seb only had to touch her and she was burning for him. It had never been like that with Christian. Her and Seb were just a perfect fit.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ Sav!" Seb snarled. "You are the damn sexiest woman I have ever seen! I can't believe you're mine. Tell me again. Tell me you love me!" he demanded, as he continued thrusting away.
"I love you! I love you so fucking much. Especially when you're fucking me like this!"
"Now tell me you're mine! Tell me what you want me to do to you next!"
He slowed his movements, rolling his hips as he pulled out so only an inch or two of his cock was still inside her. Then he slowly pushed back in, fucking her slow and deep.
"I'm yours. Only yours. Please Seb, I need to cum."
"Not yet. Tell me Sav. Tell me your dirtiest fantasy." Savannah groaned. This side of Seb was such a turn on.
"Seb please." He pulled out of her and began to slowly wank himself, making sure the tip of his cock was rubbing against her clitoris.
"Answer me Savannah."
"A mirror!" she gasped, trying to wriggle away from his cock. He grabbed hold of her hips again, letting his cock rest between her folds.
"Tell me more."
"I've often fantasised about having sex on a chair in front of a mirror, straddling my partner so my back is to him, my hands bound, watching in the mirror as his cock plunges in and out of me."
Seb groaned. "Not his cock. My cock. I'm the only man that will ever fuck you again!"
"Yes."
"When we get home I'm going to buy the perfect mirror and we are going to make that fantasy a reality mein Engel."
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The DILF (Sebastian Vettel)
FanficLife didn't always go the way you planned. Sebastian Vettel was proof of that. Once a world champion racing driver, he'd given up on his dreams to be a father to his children. Abandoned by their mother they needed their father more than ever. Seb...