Late night show

My husband sat there watching another dull late night show. I wanted something better than TV. I walked over, touched his shoulder, and the show ended right then. His cock rose fast and hard, answering the question I never asked. I dropped to my knees, took him in my mouth, tongue working every inch until my lips met my fist. His hand found the back of my head and held me there while I swallowed deeper. I climbed onto his lap, guided him between my thighs, and rode him slow at first, letting my blonde hair fall across his chest. He flipped me onto all fours on the couch, spread me open, and pressed his cock against my tight ass. One steady push and he was inside, filling me completely. He thrust hard, hips slapping against me, the brown-haired woman on screen still talking while he stretched my ass with every stroke. He pulled out and came across my lower back, warm streaks sliding over my skin as the late night chatter filled the empty room.