Pepa wasn't a jealous woman. Especially not of her sister. Her standing in the doorway, watching Félix and Juileta laugh together as they cooked. She thought she'd be angry, and in a way she was, but more than anything, she was yearning. He shouldn't be using those big hands to cut up food and lightly shoving Julieta around. She wanted to take him upstairs and ruin him in her bed, but in an affectionate way. Ugh. Feelings were hard. Thankfully, actions were a bit easier.

"Félix?"

Félix stopped in the middle of his story to look at her, and he was BEAMING. He only smiled at her like that, and she adored it.

"Pepi! Estás bien? You look flushed."

Oh the worry he expressed immediately, holding onto her hand as he reached up to touch her forehead. His hands were so big and soft, they were being wasted here. She dropped, trying to make it look as if she was feeling faint.

"I don't know...I think I should go upstairs, actually. Puedes ser un buen esposo, and take me upstairs?"

Félix dropped everything he was doing. God he was so sweet, he didn't just walk her upstairs, he carried her. She snuggled up to his chest the second she was picked up, not wanting to let her man go. They made it to their room, and Félix was about to tuck her in, when she looked up at him from her spot on the bed.

"Félix. Necesito tu mano, aquí mismo."

She took his hand, and made it cup her pussy. Félix understood immediately, rubbing at her through her underwear.

"Of course, mi vida. Whatever you want, whatever you need."

Pepa liked new things with her husband. Sometimes it was positions, sometimes it was attitudes. Sometimes they were angry at each other, sometimes they were hopelessly in love and devoted. Pepa had all sorts of attitudes to get what she wanted, but she noticed he REALLY liked this Pepa. The Pepa that held such a cute facade, begging to be taken care of, but in reality, was the boss of the situation. She let him rub her for a moment more, before whining almost helplessly.

"This bed isn't comfy. You sit here. And give me your shirt, it's cold."

It really wasn't, at ALL, but this Pepa could tell him the sky was red, and he'd believe her. He took his shirt off, and after helping Pepa out of her clothes, laid down where she was. She wrapped the shirt around herself, and took an inhale. It smelled so good, so bold. She could cum by her own hand, if she was wearing this. Thankfully, she didn't have to.

"Félix."

"Si, Pepi?"

It felt good, her bare pussy against his mane of chest hair. Even better was the fact that she could feel him staring at her butt. She used to self conscious about it, given that she wasn't a particularly curvy woman, but Félix made it very clear that she didn't have to have curves, for him to want to bury his face between her cheeks.

"I'm going to sit on your face. I need it. And when I do, I want you to make me feel special. I want you to mutter how much you love it."

Félix nodded so quickly, it was cute. She lifted her butt up, putting just a little sway into it for him to enjoy, before she sat right on his face. He was sweet, holding onto her thighs to help guide her. He started immediately- his big, thick tongue parting her folds and lapping up the fluid that was already there. She heard him mutter, just as she told him too, and knowing that he wasn't going to tell her no? Was honestly so damn sexy.

"Buen hombrecito...so good for me. But don't forget to-!"

She was cut off as his fingers dug into her ass, as his tongue slid deep inside of her. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, were all so big, it satisfied her the way she herself never could. Speaking of cock-

"O-oh...Félix, you're so hard."

She let her nails roam down his big, hairy belly, before reaching to his pants, and pulling out his cock. It was throbbing in her hold, slightly dripping from all the stimulation. She lifted her butt off of him, trying not to laugh as he made the attempt to chase after her for more. He looked away from her soaked pussy, to her face. And you've never seen a man so in love.

"P-pepa?"

"Hmm?"

"Please touch me. It needs your hand, and I've been so good for you. Please? You know how to touch me."

Oh it got to her head so quickly. She let a nail run up his thickness, lightly flicking his sensitive head.

"What? I know how to play with this?"

"Y-yes. And you're SO good at it."

"Huh. Is it because I do it so hard, like this?"

She took a firm hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down, as well as twisting her hold, ever so slightly. He squirmed for her, lightly swearing under his breath.

"Si, you t-touch me so hard. You can make me cum so fast-"

"I could let you cum. But I should go first, shouldn't I?"

Félix nodded at the lightly swinging ass in front of him. He was always an ass man, so she knew exactly how to move it for him.

"Yes yes, you should cum first. You should always cum first."

Good answer. She sank back down onto his face, and he continued. Fingers gripped onto her thighs tightly, and he smothered himself in her folds. Mumbling about how much he loved her body as he damn near drowned himself in her. He was shameless, moaning loudly and sucking so sloppily for her. It was the actions of a man not afraid to let the world know that he absolutely adored ravishing his wife's pussy. She tried to keep her composure, mentally wanting to yell at him to eat her as If his life depended on it.

She was no slouch either. She played with his dripping cock, keeping the pace slow yet steady and firm, while he was quick, rough, animalistic even. They knew what each other liked, and it was everything she could ever want.

"You're going to cum SO much. You're going to love it. You're going to make such a big mess for me, and I'm going to clean it up. Because you're...such a good husband."

It was getting hard to talk now. She was getting that knot in her stomach, all from his talented mouth eating his way right into her heart. She didn't know how much longer she lasted. Just that when she came, she came hard, Félix having to use one if his hands to keep her upright. It was unfair, how he kept slurping even when the 'job was done' so to speak. He just genuinely enjoyed eating her pussy. She swiped some of her juices from his chin, before continuing her own handiwork on him.

Her touch was firm, her touch was painfully slow. She squeezed his shaft, she pinched at his head-shr treated him EXACTLY how he enjoyed. And when he came, groaning like a bear into her because of it, she let him ruin her pretty hand with his thick, creamy load. When he finished, she didn't hesitate to lick the mess off of her fingers. She loved his cum, so much. She could drink so much of it, she could bathe in it. She lifted herself up, rubbing her hairy cunt against his nose. It held a sort of attitude that said 'you're gonna have my hairy pussy in your face, and you're going to fucking like it'. And he loved a little bit of bullying from her end.

"You like all my hair?"

"I LOVE your hair, mi amor. I never want you to shave it, I always love how it feels and how it tastes."

"Would you ever want another pussy?"

Félix head shook so fast, she was surprised his head didn't fall off.

"Never. No pussy is this perfect-unless it's yours, I don't want it."

Good answer. She leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock, before getting off, and laying on top of him. She took one of his hands in her own, kissing at his wedding ring.

"Keep telling me how great I am."

She put his other hand to her pussy, and he took to it immediately, pushing his thick fingers in and out of her.

"You want to be here all day, Pepi? Bien entonces~"