Keeping my eyes on his, I sink to my knees and stroke his c**k at an even rhythm. His hand rests on the back of my head as I lean forward and close my eyes, licking the head of his c**k. Finn hisses, his hips flexing forward. Inch-by-inch, I take him into my mouth until my lips are around his base.
"f**k, Fay, that feels so good," he whispers, his hand fisting my hair.
Moving back, I suck and lick my husband's c**k, only picking up the pace slightly. With every pass, Finn groans, his hand firmly wrapped in my hair. It's at least thirty minutes before he gently pulls his c**k from my mouth and urges me to my feet. Grabbing my shirt, he pulls it over my head and pushes my leggings to the floor. After stepping out of them, Finn takes my hand and moves me to the edge of the bed. Sittin
