Beads of sweat were running down her cleavage. Her breathing was hot and heavy. She moaned as she gained momentum by rocking her hips harder and harder, preparing for the final climactic effort she knew was coming soon. Then, in one final full-body тhrusт, it was all over, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief and satisfaction.
It’s always a struggle when the missus gets up off the settee.