Feeling her genuine weight on top of my body, my tongue darted out of her sticky crotch, and I began kissing my way up her body until we were both standing, my hard cock the only thing keeping us apart. Dropping to her knees, as eloquently as only an Asian can, she took my head and shaft in her slightly chilly hands, again massaging them gently as her mouth overwhelmed my tip. Licking turned to sucking turned to deep-throating, her hands shifting their affection to my balls when they became unneeded. I began to tighten up, the weight of the entire escapade building in my loins as one truly massive load. She was caught completely by surprise, still slurping away with juicy, wet lips on the end of the shaft when my ejaculate overflowed her mouth. An attempt to swallow the steady stream failed on account of volume, so the thick sperm spilled off of her tongue and onto her tits, which were still red, raw, and on point from being abused earlier. Jizzum dripped sloppily down her face, as still more strands sprayed from my dick onto her neck and into her hair. Not quite a facial in the traditional sense, but definitely a thorough cum-drenching, especially as beads of my hot spunk coursed down her chest towards her twat. She continued to lick my cock so intensively that it was my turn to shake, as her efforts to get every last drop out proved almost overwhelming. I moved a hand towards her back in an attempt to draw her close to me, but she slid away, graceful despite her condition. Before she darted down the stairs into the blackness, she put one finger to her lips, and then pointed to her massive wedding ring, something I'd previously failed to notice. I impishly showed her my own but by then she was gone, her hair blending in with the dark as she glided away to retrieve her clothes.
Thoroughly worn out, my own departure was less hasty with clothes strewn about and a million thoughts in my mind. Stanky and haggard, I scooted inside my apartment, and immediately stripped in the bathroom. Water and soap coursed down my body, as I strove to cleanse my body of any evidence. Well scrubbed, but still flush with excitement and lingering horniness, I made my way into the bedroom. I quietly snuggled into bed next to my wife, one hand on her breast as always. Naked and warm, she pressed into me, pulled my hand between her legs, where it was already quite wet and sticky, and lustfully whispered: “I've been waiting for you...”
(to be continued in another chapter)
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