As his groin pressed against her ass he felt the first pang of desire and the need reawaken within him despite he’s satisfaction earlier in the night being total. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and breathed in deep. The scent was a wonderful concoction of the impassioned mess they’d made of one another. Lisa smoothed her hands across his arms which she’d admired over dinner. She felt needed, desired and even feminine in his grasp; and when she felt his hard cock press against her rear she too felt her urges revive. Morgan brought his right hand to his face, licked his fingertips slovenly and then placed his hand between her ass where he immediately started smoothing the wet across her hole.
“Sorry baby,” she said, “but we need to save every drop.” She reached back with one hand to caress his face in order to soften the blow of somewhat bad news. “You can fuck my ass again once you’ve got me pregnant.” Then she bent forward to lean over the sink, rising a little on her tiptoes and pushing her ass back into his now rock hard cock.
Morgan felt his libido land like a Ferrari hitting the asphalt at 100mph as he took in the filthy sight of his wife bent over before him, peach lips on display from behind, expecting to be inseminated. She looked over her shoulder, her messy white blonde hair slightly covering her face.
“Now get to it!” she demanded, “Mummy wants another baby.”