- She's seventy years old! -Tiffany squeals with amusement on her talk show.
- It just happened. -Laughs the embarrassed movie star.
- But he's old enough to be your father. -She says incredulously.
Turn off the TV.
Tomorrow is his sixty-fifth birthday and he doesn't need to see this.
He slips into his room grumbling, uninterested in watching TV again.
But not tired enough to go to bed early either.
He approaches his bed.
He opened the third drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a tube of lube and a custom dildo.
With his teeth he unscrewed the lid before lying down on the bed to squirt some into his crack.
The cold, sugar-scented liquid slides against her most sensitive flesh, giving her a jolt of sensation that sends shivers down her spine.
Like an ice cube on his back.
He abandons the tube and began massaging the opening.
First he tensed.
Gradually he relaxed under his own touch.
He spent most of his teenage years doing it, so he knows where and how to touch.
A few minutes later, with his hips raised and his head sunk into the pillow with his teeth clinging to it in an attempt to stifle his gasps and little moans.
Dilated and with his erections erect, dripping and throbbing.
Begging for attention.
With a stifled moan he felt the mattress for the dildo.
He moistened his lips.
He found the phallic object and guided it to his entrance.
Snake wasted no time in traveling with his tongue until it met his hard cocks.
He thrust gently, feeling the cool piece slide inside his body.
He let out a moan before licking the base until he reached the tip, letting his teeth graze his throbbing muscle.
He had to close his eyes as he felt so instimulated and full.
He withdrew the dildo to plunge it back in a second, beginning to ram himself in a torturous, pleasurable slowness.
He then circled his tongue around the shaft, proceeding in the same slow, torturous rhythm.
The gasps and moans stuck in her throat increased into stifled howls that filled the room, along with the eventual sucking sound.
She allowed herself a few minutes enjoying those sensations.
The good thing about his genetics was that he could maintain both lengths without starting to complain about the intrusion, or having the annoying gag reflex.
The pleasure shook his body in waves that made him shudder.
Out.
Suck.
In.
Suction.
Out.
Lick.
Inside
Over and over again.
Driving his nervous system crazy.
Funny way of putting it because the wolf next to him seemed to have a short circuit.
He was here, quietly reading a gossip magazine when her husband came in to do what he was doing.
His heart was racing, pounding in his chest and his bottom was burning with excitement.
And the snake dared to ignore him.
In one swift movement the reptile is dragged under the mammal.
- You've got the real one here! -he reproaches.
I had that dildo made in the shape of his member.
What? He wasn't going to give her another man's penis as an anniversary present.
He gave it to her precisely and exclusively for her to use while he was away.
- Is there a problem? -he asks unhappily after spitting out his appendages.
- Yes. -He points to the sudden, wild heat that swirled into an erection.
- What's that got to do with me? -
His back arches as he feels himself suddenly impaled, stretched and filled, taking in more of those spots that were driving him crazy.
- Honey. -He plunges the toy inside his partner. What other reason is there to have taken you to the altar? -
Wolf feverishly kisses Snake's mouth, continuing to grind him inside, moving down to his slender neck which he bit down hard to leave a mark.
- Bastard. -The older man mumbled between gasps.
He is ignored to be kissed again with fervor, full of need and passion, never tiring of exploring that already familiar mouth.
Between rocking with each bite on his lips, running over those sharp teeth, the warmth of his tongue and his soft palate.
Snake caressing one of her cheeks, then her neck, moving down to her chest and abdomen.
Tug.
- Don't pull it out! -He covers his mouth as he sees her pleading.
There was that damn wolf's pleased smile.
- I'll replace it with something better. -He comforts with a twisted smile.
As if in farewell, she moved her hand again to penetrate him steadily, receiving moans of pleasure in return.
Before he could realize it, the wolf pulled him against his chest, and they were lying on their sides facing each other.
Both staring at each other; deep and eager gazes, wells of lust that absorbed them completely, making the moment of intimacy more humid and hot.
Then it began; the object disappearing inside him, thrusting slowly enough to drive the snake mad, easily entering thanks to the flesh being used to yielding fast.
Unable to restrain himself, Wolf moved on the mattress to make a few thrusts against the other's body.
While gently but steadily following the movements of his hand.
Grinding her hips in circles, letting herself enjoy every soft and firm part of her husband's body.
One hand silently caressing his scales and the other plunging the toy with momentum.
Snake arched his back to rock to the rhythm set by the dildo, acting as if Wolf was just lucky that his movers granted him the friction that made him grunt with every delicious pressure it gave his crotch.
- Say goodbye to the impersonator. -
Snatch him mercilessly.
The snake made a lost sound, its walls reacted, tried to cling to the object before it slipped out completely and the strange feeling of emptiness overcame it.
- And say hello. -She says after admiring the panoramic scene of her husband's body lying on the quilt.
The warm, wet feeling that only her husband's cock could give her as it worked its way deep inside her.
With a gasp she let her head fall back at the electric current that ran through her.
The part that a dildo could not mimic, the embracing warmth that gave him that piece of flesh he loved.
The wolf's hands gripped him tightly, sinking his fingers into the flesh that was sure to leave a mark, to give him an accurate thrust, causing Snake to cry out his name.
Then she did it again, and again, and again, and again, missing him, fast, hard, and without consideration, reminding him that everything the hard wand touched belonged to him.
Clouding over from the pleasure the other's body was giving them.
His throat was dry but he couldn't stop moaning with that wand moving back and forth setting him on fire.
The bed emitted shrieks mixed with the moans and gasps of both of them at the wild way they were possessing each other.
Again and again, down and up their hips impaling each other and it was happily received in a delicious wiggle where they felt their orgasm building in their lower belly.
A loud hoarse moan came from both of them as they exploded.
Snake releasing his wetness into Wolf's belly, crawling in pleasure as the depths of his insides were gushing with his beloved's seed.
Then came the calm after the storm, a fuzzy satisfaction filled with fulfillment.
They lay hugging and panting, numb and relaxed, returning to the world of their post orgasm.
Caressing each other lovingly as their pulses returned to normal.
- Did I make my point that the original is the best? -
- Shut your mouth. -
After four years of marriage it's still good to keep the wow factor.
Anyway, Mr. Wolf will be looking for another gift for her birthday, no way he's getting her the vibrator.
END
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13/06/2022