I saw her across the dance floor, her heels taller than a £50 note.
She was all I ever wanted!
I walked towards her and held out my hand. She stood without a word, took my hand and pulled her close. As we kissed, I reached to her left side, undid the secret zip pushed the red lace off her shoulders, leaving it to pool on the floor.
Her red silk thong was all that was left.
As the music pounded I lifted her high, spinning her, I turned her upside down, her legs pointing skywards.
My face buried In her scent, her lips fastening on my cock.
I tasted my wife again
