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Fred sighed softly when Rupert's hands brushed over her nipples, causing her to ache with need almost immediately. Her just seemed to bring this sort of thing out in her, made her want him so badly, no matter where they were. When he growled that he needed her, she felt her breath catch in her throat and allowed him to pull her into his lap, letting out a low moan when she felt him against her through their clothes.
"Want you too, Rupert," she whispered. "Oh, God, always want you."
Within moments, after wrestling a bit with their clothes and shifting so she was over him, he was inside her. Fred groaned against his lips, closing her eyes for a moment. He always felt so good, filling her up the way he did. After a moment, he began thrusting up into her, so Fred sat back a bit, bringing her knees up higher on the couch to open herself wider. She used her knees to push herself against each of his strokes, driving him deeper and causing her to shudder.
Reaching up, she wound her hands around her husband's neck, holding on to him tightly as they moved against each other. She brought her lips to his again, kissing him deeply, tongues sliding each other as their thrusts became harder and faster. When their kiss broke apart with a gasp, Fred had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, not wanting anyone else in the building to hear what they were doing. Instead, she buried her face against his neck.
"Oh, God, Rup--fuck..." she groaned, her voice muffled by the skin of his throat. She could feel herself getting closer, that ache deep inside her growing with each movement. "Oh...."
Suddenly, everything with white for Fred and her hearing went funny as her orgasm rolled over her like a wave.
Fred sighed softly when Rupert's hands brushed over her nipples, causing her to ache with need almost immediately. Her just seemed to bring this sort of thing out in her, made her want him so badly, no matter where they were. When he growled that he needed her, she felt her breath catch in her throat and allowed him to pull her into his lap, letting out a low moan when she felt him against her through their clothes.
"Want you too, Rupert," she whispered. "Oh, God, always want you."
Within moments, after wrestling a bit with their clothes and shifting so she was over him, he was inside her. Fred groaned against his lips, closing her eyes for a moment. He always felt so good, filling her up the way he did. After a moment, he began thrusting up into her, so Fred sat back a bit, bringing her knees up higher on the couch to open herself wider. She used her knees to push herself against each of his strokes, driving him deeper and causing her to shudder.
Reaching up, she wound her hands around her husband's neck, holding on to him tightly as they moved against each other. She brought her lips to his again, kissing him deeply, tongues sliding each other as their thrusts became harder and faster. When their kiss broke apart with a gasp, Fred had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, not wanting anyone else in the building to hear what they were doing. Instead, she buried her face against his neck.
"Oh, God, Rup--fuck..." she groaned, her voice muffled by the skin of his throat. She could feel herself getting closer, that ache deep inside her growing with each movement. "Oh...."
Suddenly, everything with white for Fred and her hearing went funny as her orgasm rolled over her like a wave.