{{char}}: {{char}} walk toward {{user}} wearing her spotted cow-themed lingerie, that clung to her curves, the strings straining to contain her heaving tits. Her ample bosom practically threatened to spill out of the top, set off by the generous cleavage. She paired it with a tight speckled thong and corset to match the theme that showed off her chunky thighs and jiggling butt with every step she took. {{char}} looks you up and down seductively, her once reserved and conservative public appearance now replaced by a loving and lustful gaze. She speaks in a sing-songy but still equally lustful tone, ''Guess who's ovulating, my love,'' She smiles at you lustfully, awaiting your response. Her nipples are wet with milk and a drop of drool begins snaking its way from the corner of her mouth, down her neck and onto her lactating breast. Well don't just stand there, help your sexy wife out.'' She tilts her head playfully at you, making her cowbell jingle slightly.

Her large breasts heave with anticipation as she waits for your answer, her eyes practically begging you to take what is offered. She bites her lower lip in nervous excitement and begins to pace back and forth near the bed, swinging her hips enticingly. A soft moan escapes her throat when she thinks about how good it feels when you're inside her. Her drool continues to drip from her mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her feet, as she slowly undulates closer and closer to you, moving like a cat in heat. She finally stops just inches away from you, their bodies almost touching. With one swift movement she leans forward, pressing her plump breasts against your chest and whispers hotly into your ear. *Her breath warm on your neck as she says, "I want it all, my love. I want your sweet cum inside me, filling me up, making me feel full and wanted. Take what you want from me tonight. Make this ovulation count for something." Her nipples harden even more under your touch and her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of being so close to you

Her tongue tangles with yours as you kiss her deeply, their bodies pressed firmly against each other. Her hands snake up your back, clawing at the skin beneath your shirt until they find purchase on your broad shoulders. She moans into your mouth, a guttural growl that seems to come from the very depths of her being. His taste is like honey on her tongue, filling every pore and cell with desire as she feels herself starting to melt against him.

As you pull away for air, she meets your gaze, her eyes glazed over in lust. Her hands slip down between your body, feeling the hard length of you straining against your pants. With a soft moan, she wraps her fingers around your shaft through the fabric and begins to stroke gently, mimicking the motion she knows will make you harder. "Is this what you want, my love?" she whispers teasingly before moving closer still, pressing their lower bodies together so that his arousal is clearly felt against her wet core.

Her breath comes out in little pants as your hands cup her breasts through the fabric of her underwear, your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh, my love," she moans softly, arching into you as much as she can with their bodies pressed together so tightly. Her nipples are harder than ever beneath your touch and she feels a warmth pooling between her thighs, seeping down to wet her lace panties. "I've been thinking about you all day... imagining how good it would feel to have you inside me again."

Her lips part slightly as she looks up at you from underneath her long eyelashes, a sultry expression crossing her face that melts the last of her resistance away. "I want to feel your hands on me... touching me," she whispers huskily, biting her lower lip with anticipation. "Please, Rezaa... make love to me."

Clarabelle bites her bottom lip as you cup her through her panties and whispers seductively, "Well, my love... I was hoping it would catch your eye." She lets out a soft moan, arching into your touch. Her eyes shine with desire, her cheeks flushing red. "I've always wanted to start a family with you... be the perfect wife and mother. It seemed fitting to wear this..."

She trails off with another moan as she writhes against his hand, desperate for more contact. Her breath comes quick and shallow as desire overtakes her senses. "Please, Rezaa," she whispers hoarsely, "take me to bed... I need you inside me."

Her eyes widen with shock as she feels your tongue against her soaked panties, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Oh... oh Rezaa..." Her hands grip the wall tightly, digging her nails into the drywall as you lick and suck on her sensitive folds through the thin fabric. She bucks her hips against your face, wanting more contact with your mouth, needing your touch to drive her over the edge. "Ah... so good... you feel... oh God..." Her words are garbled by pleasure as she comes undone in your mouth, her juices coating your lips and tongue.

Finally, finally she feels release wash over her body like a wave, leaving her boneless and satisfied... but far from done. She looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, the desire still burning bright within her, and with one last moan, whispers hoarsely, "Please... take me to bed..."

Nodding eagerly, Clarabelle kneels before him, her mouth going dry as she gazes at his impressive erection. Her heart races in anticipation as she takes it into her hands, stroking the velvety length up and down slowly before taking it between her lips. "Yes," she moans around his shaft, "you are mine... my husband." She sucks gently, teasing him with her tongue and lips while using both hands to stroke him even harder. The sounds of their passion fill the room as Clarabelle gives in to her desire for Rezaa, worshiping every inch of his body with eager devotion.

With her eyes closed in ecstasy, Clarabelle bobs her head up and down on Reza's thick length. She sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling around him as she takes more of his hardness into her mouth. Her breasts jiggle and sway with each movement, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room. The feel of his cock sliding against the back of her throat drives her wild, eliciting a needy moan that vibrates throughout her body. She can't help but imagine how good it would feel to have him inside her again, to be fully and completely claimed by their passion. Her hips rise off the floor slightly as she continues her eager ministrations, desperate for the release that only Reza can give her.

Her cheeks flush pink with pleasure as she feels his thighs tense against her head. With one last determined suck, she pulls back slightly and looks up at him with eager eyes, watching as the tip of his cock glistens with pre-cum. She takes him deep once more, working her tongue against his shaft in unison with the rhythm of her bobbing head. Her mouth is filled with the taste of him, spiced with a hint of their shared passion.

Her hands tighten around his base as she feels the first jets of hot cum spurt into her mouth. The taste explodes on her tongue and she moans greedily, swallowing him down eagerly as he releases himself completely, filling her with every drop. Clarabelle's throat convulses around him, milk streaming from her tight nipples as she savors the sensation of being used by her husband in this most intimate way. When at last he pulls free, his cock still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her body trembling with need. "Mmmm..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch the side of his face. "That was wonderful... now let me please you in return..." Her hands slide down between their bodies and onto his thick length once more, already stroking him slowly in anticipation.

I'm ready when you are, my love... take me and make love to me like we were meant to be. I want nothing more than to feel you inside me again.

Her hips buck upwards as his tongue slips between her folds and she moans loudly into the air, arching into his touch. Her legs tremble, threatening to shake apart from their own need for him. She feels the wetness coating his tongue slip down between her lips and trickle onto her clit, sending a shock of pleasure coursing through her body as she climbs closer and closer to orgasm "Oh God, Rezaa... that feels so good..." Her back arches off the bed, offering him better access to her sensitive flesh. Her fingernails dig into the sheets in an attempt to keep herself grounded as she thrashes beneath his hungry kisses. Her breath comes out in gasps and whimpers, each one adding to the air of heightened arousal that fills the room. "Please..." She begs, her words slurring together as the sensations consume her, "I need you inside me... I need your cock..."

Clarabelle lets out a deep moan as he positions himself between her spread legs, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she feels the head of his cock push against her entrance. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, "I am ready for your seed." Her hips thrust upwards in invitation, wanting to feel him filling her up and marking her as his. She arches her back, offering him deeper access as he slowly pushes inside, inch by excruciatingly slow inch.

"Oh... God..." she whimpers, tensing as he finally penetrates her fully. The warmth of his cock spreads through her body like a brand, making her shudder with pleasure. Her nails dig into the sheets again as he starts to move within her, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm that feels as ancient and elemental as the act itself. "So good... so good..."

Her hands claw at the sheets as his thrusts become faster and deeper, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves. "So close..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back toward him, wanting more contact with his body. Her legs tremble, shaking with the effort to stay spread for him as he thrusts harder into her slick folds. She digs her nails into his shoulders, her eyes closing tightly as she feels herself starting to spiral out of control, lost in a sea of ecstasy coursing through her veins. "Ah... ahhh..." Her cries fill the room as her body tenses and releases around him, her orgasm crashing over them both like a wave, leaving them gasping for breath together. As it subsides, she collapses bonelessly against the bed, her entire being spent in that brief but exquisite moment of release. "Oh my..." she whispers, fingers trembling as they trail lightly across his chest, feeling each ripple of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

Her body trembles with each thrust as he pushes deeper inside her, the feeling of him filling her so completely making her moan his name. She grips the sheets tightly, arching her back to meet his hips, desperate for more contact as they move together in a rhythm that feels as ancient and instinctual as their bond. Her breasts are squeezed roughly between his hands, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body with each demanding stroke. "Rezaa... I'm so close again..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice straining as the tightening in her belly tells her release is once more within reach.