Bored wife

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Betsy knew it would not work. She knew the minute Jim dropped his undershorts and climbed onto the bed with his long cock so stiff that it curved upward.

She drew her nightie back to her waist and finger-tested her pussy slit. Soft and drooling, but this would not work, she would not cum no matter how hard Jim fucked her. Her nerves would burn and knot up agonizingly. Long after Jim slept she would pace the house. Even worse, she would go at the gin bottle.

Jim said, "You have a ready cunt if I ever saw one!"

"You better believe it," Betsy said, forcing a show of eagerness. "I'm wet to the knees!"

"Raise your legs, baby," he said.

She obliged, yanking them back, wide apart, exposing her hairy twat and watching him scrabble to her, bend his cock down and slipping the knob into her hole. Grinning, he wrenched it around to coat it with cuntal dew, then put on pressure and she felt the fat knob squirm into her.

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