Grace watched him pump his cock furiously between her breasts. Lapping at the head eagerly each time it neared, she couldn't wait for him to explode, excited at the idea of him spurting all over her. She squealed as he pinched and squeezed her nipples even harder than before, her body reacting as her juices flowed from between her pussy lips. Murmuring approving noises, she clamped her legs shut, squirming beneath him as she grew more and more excited.<br/><br/>"Please, Jim. I want your cum. Give it to me, baby!" she cried. She knew he liked to play like this, and when she admitted it to herself, she knew she loved it, too. Even though he was her husband, and even though she loved him very much, she adored being used by him for his pleasure. Looking up into his eyes, she grinned slyly and pushed her breasts together even tighter than before. "Make me your cum-stained whore, sugar," she whispered. "You know I want it..."