Workout
Harvey reaches orgasm first, and Donna continues to ride him until the wave of pleasure washes over her as well. Her already sore knees attempt to lift her up, while Harvey supports her from her butt, assisting her. His wife's breasts bounce in front of his eyes, and her buttocks bounce in his hands, tempting him to start all over again. Donna doesn't slow down, moving in the precise way she knows will bring her overwhelming pleasure, and finally, it does. She feels the friction she craves against his pubis, and the orgasm rushes through her.
"Well, that was quite a workout," Harvey remarks, giving her a playful spank and causing her to laugh amidst her gasps for air as she recovers. Harvey can't think of a more beautiful image than this: Donna, naked, on top of him, her body still filled with pleasure, laughing out loud.
"You're such an idiot!" she tells him, laughing and playfully covering his face with her hand.
"Yes, I know," he responds with a smile, grabbing her wrist to kiss her hand and gently removing it from his face. "But I'm one lucky idiot," he adds, placing both hands behind his head as if relaxing to enjoy the sight of her. "I can assure you that very few are fortunate enough to have this view," he tells her, a smile on his lips that melts her, as he grabs her waist and makes her fall onto him.
"You're a very lucky man, aren't you?" she says, with a smug smile.
Harvey smiles softly and affectionately squeezes her waist. "The luckiest in the world," he murmurs, and Donna kisses him before he can finish speaking.
