Dean groaned in pleasure and stomped his manhood vigorously then took it out of Bryana's body until the liquid of his passion spurted in his wife's belly area. "Oh, God ...."
His breath was panting with his manhood which Bryana held for massage. slowly, Dean kissed his wife's lips and lowered his face into the crook of her neck.
"Am I being too harsh?" Dean asked, his breath still unsteady.
"No," Bryana whispered, then gave Dean a sweet kiss on the shoulder. "You are too gentle, spoil me and you are so strong ."
Dean blushed then turned to kiss Bryana's lips again. He was still on top of his wife's body slightly raised to make his strong arms support his body.
Bryana returned the kiss with a hand that was still massaging Dean's tensed manhood. "Ehmmm7... You're already tense again."
"Leave it alone," Dean shouted.
