Fucking my pink married slut pussy

John steadily undressed his wife as they stood in the semi-darkness of their bedroom, the glow of the city lights filtering in through the curtains. He ran his hands over her soft skin, tracing the outline of her breasts before cupping them gently in his hands. Her nipples hardened at his touch, standing erect against her supple skin. As he kissed his way down her stomach, she moaned softly in anticipation. When he reached her pink, married pussy, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her wetness. Then, with a determined grunt, he plunged his tongue deep inside her core, tasting her sweet nectar. Her walls clenched around his tongue as she threw her head back in pleasure. She was his, his pink, married slut, and he loved every inch of her.