Throat fuck

“I love when you wear my clothes,” Dean sighed, hanging his keys up as he walked in the door.

“I think you’ll love what else I have on even more,” his wife, Anna, purred. She helped him take his coat off before leading him to the couch to sit him down. She pushed his feet apart, standing between his legs to unbutton his shirt, feeling his thighs move against her as he kicked his boots off, then shouldered off his shirt with some assistance. “I missed you,” Anna groaned into his neck, kissing softly down to his collarbone.

“Enough of that,” Dean says. He grabs Anna by one shoulder, pushing her down until she takes to her knees between his feet. “You know where I want your mouth.” She quickly opens his belt and his pants, hungrily grabbing for his cock. He puts his hand over hers before she is able to guide him into her mouth. “Not so fast baby girl,” he says, “open.”