Her cock stood out, hard now under the stream, the heat coaxing it fully erect, the shaft thick and veined in his body, the head flushed a deep red, glistening with water and a fresh bead of precum that mingled with the flow.

“Let me,” Ken murmured, his voice–Linda’s voice–soft but insistent, taking the soap from her trembling hands. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her deeper, his throat working around her,Newlyweds his tongue pressing against the underside of her shaft. “Yeah, well,” she said, her voice gruff, “try keeping that up for three sets.” She grabbed a lighter pair–ten pounds–and started her own curls, her arms trembling by the fifth rep. She landed with a thud, her legs splaying, her cock jutting up, fully hard now, and he straddled her again, this time facing her, his knees pinning her thighs to the bench.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice sharp in Linda’s throat, and her eyes snapped to his–his eyes in her face–wide and desperate.