His desire for her was what she saw, the look in his eyes, like that of a predator about to feast on his caught prey. She enjoyed it, the look of affection and love. At the sound of plastic breaking her eyes left his hungry face and turned down towards the plastic that had been ripped open, exposing her guests to the air. So close…. She could almost taste them in her mind, the effects they would play and how they would dance on her memory. Her eyes trailed along his hand as he dropped them into his mouth, the curve of his tongue catching the little beads of glory. The sight was beautiful, if not tantalizing and aggravating. Her hubby with his cock out and beads of heaven slipping onto his tongue. It was her fantasy.<br/><br/>Still, the act made her frown. He wouldn’t do that, take those sweet things for himself. He never participated, which she could never understand why. They were so delicious and made everything better. To deny them was like to slam a door in a loved ones face. Her head turned around to stare at the far wall when his hand fell down to the small of her back. His warm touch sending tingles of excitement through her spine. Her back arched downward, forcing her ass to angle upward as she felt the saliva slid down between her cheeks, the pills traveling down the crevice. Her muscles relaxed, knowing what he would do next. It wasn’t like he had never inserted the magic pills before. She felt his cock press against her entrance of her tunnel  before he applied pressure, feeling the thick head of his shaft pop past the tight ring. Teija groaned, pain sprinkling down her legs as he inserted the pills.<br/><br/>Lips parted to speak when he withdrew, wanting to thank him for her treat, but the words were left unsaid as he impaled her. Instead, her breath was taken short as the sound of slapping flesh echoed in the silent room. She cried out, her body wrenching forward out of instinct and a desire to get away from the stinging sensation his hand had caused. A beautiful red blossom formed on her ass cheek as he collected her hair and pushed her head against the backrest. She grunted, the force straining her neck as she had hadn’t been prepared. Her already injured forehead rubbed against the hard surface, her breath muffled as she breathed into the fabric. Her warm air reverberating back into her face. The tunnel he impaled soon lubricated itself, acting in a way any woman’s body should. It pulsed around his shaft, milking him for all he was worth and silently desiring him.<br/><br/>The pills began to filter through her mind and thoughts. Colors danced in her vision as she closed her eyes. The pain in her forehead soon collected into a warm sensation that rippled down her neck and through her spine like little leprechauns dancing down her bones.  His cock felt like a hot rod of pleasure, moving her muscles and walls to make room for it, invading her space and licking at her tender innards. “And ruin the fun?” She purred out, her head arms resting lazily against the backrest next to her head as he pounded into her, allowing her forehead to be knocked against the backrest.<br/><br/>She allowed him to move her, like a willing rag doll she looked up at him, one leg arched up and over the backrest, her foot dangling in the air as he took hold of her other ankle. He glowed in pink and gold colors, his skin bleeding with ecstasy and desire. She looked down at their joined forms, watching his cock retreat and invade, smothering her body and choking the trickle of wetness that leaked from her. Teija groaned as he bit into her ankle, her eyes moving towards his teeth. His teeth were so white, his lips red. They grew redder as a droplet of blood dripped down her pale ankle. Heat flowed from where he bit her, like he was transferring his life into her body by the love bite. Her breathing grew ragged as he continued to fuck her, the couch creaking on the old floor boards. Her arms folded back behind her head and over the arm rest, fingers gripping at the fabric for support. Breasts bounced on her chest, the bra containing most of their movements like apples grabbed in a bag. “I know.” She cooed, open mouth grinning at him as she closed her eyes, arching her chin upward to expose her neck. Tingles of pleasure bubbled  through her body, the pills making each movement a wave of pleasure that cascaded down on her mind. Moans of acceptance and adoration for his skill began to permeate through the room. The muscles in her arms and legs tensed as she grew close, the pills forcing any wall of rejection away to make a clear path for an orgasm.