Summer Love in the Country (Summer Instalove)

“Yes. I’m sure.”

My hands grabbed her, holding her against me as I kissed her far too hard. I couldn’t help

it. Her soft moan against my lips turned my cock to steel.

“Let’s go to your room,” she breathed.

“Too far,” I growled.

Her precious laugh crinkled her sparkling eyes. “Then give me that tarp and we’ll make a

fort in the corner.”

“No wife of mine is laying down in a barn,” I muttered.

Running over to lock the door, I came back and sat her on the little leather stool, pulling her skirt up, and dragging her panties down her lovely legs.

“You’re so bad,” she giggled, then she gasped as my finger slipped straight inside her.

“Who’s the bad one, for being so wet for her naughty husband?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, sliding to the front of the stool so that she could spread her legs

wide.

Dropping my pants, I knelt on one knee before my beautiful girl. “I should always be on my

knees for you, sweetie.”

The height was perfect, as I draped her thigh around my hip, and brought the head of my

shaft between her juicy lips. I loved the way she stared into my eyes as I slipped inside her.

She was so gloriously wet that I was able to push inside with barely any pressure, as she

was able to angle perfectly.

Her mouth fell open as she made a soft sigh. “Oh... Oh, Dean...”

“Yes, sweetie. Mmm, I can feel you.”

Her warm, snug tunnel was already fluttering with need, as I pulled her against me. Rocking

slowly into her wetness, her gasps filled my ears.

Joanna’s arms wrapped around me as she fell forward, grinding against me. I loved how

my shy, sweet girl had become such a hungry sex kitten over the past few years. She took

charge now, pressing herself into the base of my shaft to wriggle precisely where she

needed it.

Grabbing her hot, round ass, I thrust deep, her cries echoing through the barn. The slick

sounds of her soaking pussy sent my heart rate through the roof. “Is this what you needed,

baby?”