The deep throat face fucking had the guy close. As his orgasm crested he gripped her hair in his fist and shoved her backward, pulled his glistening organ from her neck and nearly yanking her esophagus out of her throat. Marie fell over coughing and gasping. She looked dazed and confused as he bent her thin, pale body over the back of the sofa. Without any foreplay whatsoever he shoved his cock into her furry gash in one powerful thrust. There was no sound, so Brad couldn’t hear her response. But he could only imagine her loud grunt of alarm as her tight snatch was stretched to the bursting point.
She was face down on the back of the sofa, facing away from the camera. He couldn’t see her expression but knew she must be frantic when the man grabbed her short hair, yanked her head backward and held her petite body in a sharp back bend. Holding her in that strained position he commenced a rapid thrusting motion, fucking her small frame from behind like a jack hammer. He kept up the steady pounding, then pulled his dick out of her slick love hole. Marie was limp and nearly incoherent as he lifted her up, flipped her over and set her down on the arm of the sofa. With her perched precariously on the arm, he inserted his bloated cock back into her cunt and resumed the assault.
On her back now, Brad could see her messy face. Gooey saliva covered her cheeks and chest. Her mouth was hanging open and spit was dripping from her lips. She was a mess but wasn’t offended in the least. Her glistening face was twisted into a weird smirk, clear evidence of her demented pleasure.
Brad never realized there was such a wanton side of her personality. He always considered her a respectable wife and rather inhibited. The relaxed marital sex they enjoyed was gentle and loving. In the after glow of their sweet love making Marie always expressed how pleased she was with their tender relations and the care with which he treated her. Afterward they’d cuddle and Marie frequently mentioned how contented she always felt after they made love.
What he was watching now was nothing like that. More of a primal rut or rape scene than tender love making. Marie seemed to be crying out as the tall guy held her ankles, keeping her thin legs wide apart, humping madly into her furry cunt attempting to split her in two. Certainly there was no tenderness at all. Just pure animal fucking by a guy trying to gut his small wife with his long dick.
She usually climaxed at least once when they made love. But this was sex on a whole different level. Brad was past middle age, wasn’t in the best shape, and his ability to fuck her multiple times and maintain a hardon for hours on end had passed. This video proved she was receiving something from this guy he could never give her. It was depressing. But from the twisting, thrashing motions his wife was performing on the arm of the sofa, Brad knew it was true.
Marie was frantically holding onto his arms, probably afraid of falling. But the guy had a firm grip on her legs and was handling his petite, squirming wife like a little doll. Her slender limbs were quivering, her small, saggy tits were bouncing vigorously, and her thin body jerked in rhythm with each thrust. When she closed her eyes shut and had an extended full body spasm, which seemed to happen regularly, Brad knew she climaxed. How many times he wasn’t sure; half a dozen at least.