Back and forth . . . . Back and forth . . . .
In and out . . . . In and out . . . .
A little to the right . . . . A little to the left . .
She could feel the sweat on her forehead . . . .
Between her breasts . . . . And, trickling down the small of her back . . . .
She was getting near to the end.
He was in ecstasy . . . .
With a huge smile on his face as his wife moved . . .
Forwards then backwards.
Forward then backward.
Again . . . . And, again . . . .
Her heart was pounding now . . . .
Her face was flushed . . . .
She moaned . . . . Softly at first, then began to groan louder . . . .
Finally . . . . Totally exhausted . . . .
She let out a piercing scream . . . .
She shouted:
"OK, OK, you smug bastard, I can't parallel park. You do it!"
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