A couple of minutes passed, and her body convulsed in pure ecstasy and pleasure. She came, and she felt sated.
Her back was leaning against the back of the chair as she slowly descended into the sky that Dylan had brought her. When she opened her eyes, Dylan was still kneeling and kissing the side of her thigh.
Kirsty removed the placement of her legs on Dylan's shoulders, and then pulled him upright. He was still fully clothed. That's why she took off her clothes one by one until nothing was left.
She lovingly held his hard masculinity. It felt warm in her hand. And it felt so good to touch his manhood.
She imitated what he did to her earlier; she pushed Dylan to sit down and sat on his legs. She took hold of her husband's hard weapon and guided it to the opening of her womanhood.
Dylan groaned. "Stop teasing me and put it in."
She kissed the corner of her lips. "Later, baby."
