The Animal Within

We’re naked on the couch, she, lying on my lap, slowly, sensually sucking on my manhood. I feel her lips and tongue gently exploring every feature, tasting, inhaling my turgid cock. Her butter soft cocoa skin on my snowy white; young curvatiousness mingling with my aging softness. I marvel at the beauty of her face as she’s thoroughly enjoying me, knowing the pleasure she’s giving me. I’m gently stroking her head, fingers running through hair, caressing, encouraging, and loving. My hands move to her back, the delicious sensation of feeling skin, ribs and curves, lightly massaging, up and down. The wet warmth of her mouth, flicking of her tongue, friction of her lips, starts to wake the animal inside me. The animal, the beast, the part of me that wants to put her over the arm of the couch and take her, impregnate her. To plunge deep inside over and over, buttocks contracting with every thrust, sweating, hearing her lustful cries, my base grunts, heart pounding so hard my head is throbbing. My cock has grown to what seems incredible size, balls slapping, tingling, feeling so full, and desiring of release. She wants the whole of me, so needing of my seed. At the junction of our joining, her pussy full of froth from my shaft doing its work, ramming in, sucking out, the smell of her musk driving me to a frenzy.  Grabbing her by the hips, pulling as I thrust, again and again until cum explodes from my cock and fills her womb. Every fiber of my body tensed to the breaking point, pushing out every last drop of my essence, there, take it all….

My eyes open to see her beautiful face smiling lovingly at me, the milky pearlescence of my cum dripping from one side of her mouth down to her chin. I take her head gently in my hands, pulling her to me and kissing deeply, thankfully. Then I say: “Your turn my dear.”