Freckles visits with the coach as he dresses, glancing at the camera a few times. She sees him out and begines to strip the bed to wash everything. Cum and sweat soak the sheets and blankets.
My wife told me she was almost overwhelmed with disgust as he smothered her with his fat, drenched her in his sweat and rooted in her body with his hairy prick. She told me she did it to give me a good show.
As the fucking continued, however, she admitted she started to have a good time. Joe's overwhelming want started turning her on, and being bent completely to his will was a rush. She enjoyed the way he could not get enough of her body. Even the torrent of sweat and panting started to turn her on... it felt primal. She said that by the end the room reeked of sweat and sex; it was intoxicating, and all she wanted to do was fuck.
To my surprise, a month or so later my wife told me she had been thinking about the encounter and wanted to do it again.
He was thrilled. She told me after a brief dinner he had her all over the house. He stayed the night with her, and about every hour she awoke getting fucked. She was again sore from the pounding, but this time described the animal thrill of having the huge beast pressing over her, sweating on her and fucking her silly.
Something to think about for all you pretty ladys out there. If you judge a book by it's cover you may miss a lot.
