Sure, Ash was turned on. But you didn’t realise how badly until you did it again
Before you knew it you were on your back on the bed, Ashley’s soft form atop you. In this position, you could truly appreciate her ‘wife belly’. Even as her huge tits rubbed across your chest as she made out with you, her flabby belly rubbed your crotch through your respective articles of clothing. Never having been able to help yourself, you grabbed hold, one hand full of breast, the other of fat.
She ran her hands up below your shirt, as you both pulled each other into your passions. As you caressed her chest, she gasped as you stimulated her nipples, so prominent on her endowments. In response, she grabbed at your crotch, breaking her mouth away from yours long enough to heave a sigh of disappointment.
“Come on now. You start this, and you’re not even ready? Strip, boy, and show me your sword!”
You had neve been more eager to throw your legwear on the floor. Well, maybe your honeymoon…..
But what was next did not occur then. Before you could even sweet talk her into stripping off the skirt she had worked so very hard to pull over her asscheeks, before you could grab at those oh-so-erotic fishnets, she put her hands to her womanhood, and ripped the tights apart. With your face pressed into her assets, she dropped herself onto your member, riding you cowgirl style.
“You wanted this, So you better enjoy it! Let it all out before we’re with a stranger for weeks on end!”
Needless to say, you were a tad late setting off. As you both lay there, mostly fully clothed, you couldn’t help but point out:
“Ash? You can't wear those fishnets anymore?”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“Well,” You reply, caressing your hand over her now bare pussy. “There’s this massive hole in it. And I know you’re not an exhibitionist.”
Ashley yelped as your fingers made contact. “Behave you. Wasn’t that enough service? Stop screwing around and get me something else to wear.” She paused. And maybe Some of those donuts from the kitchen? I'd hate for them to go bad.”