As her younger lover picked up the pace she stopped rocking back into him as much. Instead she spread her knees wider on the blanket, bracing them into the soft ground beneath, giving Mark a better angle to invade her wet, married pussy as his pelvis rammed into her wide, pale ass. When he shifted again, holding on by her swaying tits, she lowered herself some more, onto her elbows. Her feet bounced off the ground with every thrust, and she could feel her wetness like splashing out onto him, smeared against the back of her thighs.<br/><br/>Through her moans she giggled, and fumbled for the phone as she was impaled.<strong>Wish u were here babe</strong>