The Wife’s Wild Ass

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Caroline Stephens wondered if she were dreaming.

She was afraid to open her eyes, in case it was a dream and, by waking up, she would end the lovely feeling. There was certainly a dream-like quality to the sensations she was enjoying, yet there was something of reality in them, as well.

It felt like someone was sucking on her tits.

Caroline stirred, her eyes still closed. She arched and stretched languidly. She had certainly been sound asleep when the feeling began, but she had a pretty good idea that she was awake now – and that it was really happening. Still, she did not open her eyes, nor give any sign that she was no longer slumbering. She didn't want to do anything that might interrupt the pleasure of this early morning caress.

Caroline loved to get fucked in the morning. Her husband, Jonathon, had a big prick and he used his cock well enough, but he was a night time fucker. He seldom had the energy or the time to give Caroline any cock in the morning. For one thing, he was one of those men who were useless before they had a couple of cups of coffee, and, for another, he liked to sleep as late as possible, and therefore usually had to rush off to work, so that there was no time to return to bed after the coffee had got him stirring.

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