Vegas Strip Show Wife

She got off of me and moved over on the bed and got on all fours. I got around behind her and put my cock back in her pussy. I had one hand on her waist and the other hand grabbed a chunk of her hair as I started fucking her good and hard.

"OH YES! OH YES! OH YES!" She was yelling.

"Oh fuck yes you fucking whore!" I replied.

"Oh yes, I'm your fucking whore. Treat me like your whore."

I showed her how much she was my whore as I slapped her twice hard on the ass and began fucking her harder. She was now screaming my ear off and the headboard was banging against the wall to the point that chips of dry-wall were coming off.

I knew the time was about to come, and I tried to hold on for as long as I could. I didn't want it to end but I had no choice of the matter. I gave a sudden stop as I shot a hot steaming load of my cum straight into her pussy. I felt her cum at the same time as I did and some of her pussy juices started streaming out of her and onto the bed.

I pulled out of her and laid down on the bed. Jena put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.

"That was great," she said.

"I know," I replied.

"I guess I can always take up stripping to get our savings back up."

"I would like that."

She opened her eyes and giggled.

"I was only joking," she said.

"I know."

"I'll just dance for you only."

She closed her eyes and we both went to sleep.

The End.