The groping heavy breathing ranch couple did not light a single lamp. They stumble across the dimly lit room, boldly undressing one another, each lovers touch a new heightened sensation of sultry pleasure. The Donavans momentum carried them over onto thier spacious four postered canopy, landing softly upon the silk coverlet. Sutton toiled his way through Chloe’s two layers of fine rayon as he plucked her lips with his. She let him work her chemise off to the bare floor and inched her very wet pussy toward his stiff jutting cock. Sutton thrusts its whole hard length inside the displayed pink portal. They undulate on top of their marital mattress for moments on end. Its the joining by hard supple flesh that they glide on a feathery current bound for an unfettered goal. Both moistly satisfied lovers float entwined together on a cloudy rug of graceful bliss, content for now of their shared euphoria.

Later, Chloe admires herself in the vanity mirror.

“Loving hard gunman, what do you know of my body?”

“Stroll over here and we’ll explore it once more” Sutton said from his reclined position on the mussed up bed covers.