Hearing my beloved and sexy wife that she’s more than willing to enjoy me reveling and indulging in her perfect body even though she’s too tired to be very active, I slowly place my papers on the floor and very slowly take our layers of clothes off.

Considering her stamina, I, very softly, become one with her, reveling, a bit surprised, in feeling her sexy thighs wobbling in my hands as soon as I touch her. I thrust very slowly and gently, feeling her inner thighs giving in to the light push of my quads and hips, slowly moving my hands along her quads, outer thighs and inner thighs as well as her upper, mid, lower thighs all the way down to her calves, which wobble and sway as soon as I thrust and caress them.

I guess Jarrod doesn't mind having to do most of the work as he slowly puts his paperwork down and just as slowly undresses us both. I'm surprised at how slowly and delicately he becomes one with me seeing as how aggressive he was just a bit ago.

I gasp when I feel Jarrod begin thrusting very slow making my thighs wobble in his hands. I feel his quads and hips push against my inner thighs with every thrust. I then feel his hands begin slowly moving along my quads, outer thighs, inner thighs, upper, mid, lower thighs all the way stopping at my calves which sway almost uncontrolled.

I can hear Jarrod's heartbeat as well as breathing increase. I'm honestly not sure how much longer he'll last.

I tease Camilla: “Are you really tired? No matter what your sexy muscles do they turn me on, be it feeling them hard as rock or soft as a cloud, either way you bring me to heaven.”

Jarrod teases me asking me if I'm really tired adding that either way (weather my muscles are hard or soft) is a turn on for him.

"Although tired, I'm enjoying our " closeness" so much that I'll let you continue until you are fulfilled and I'll just let my muscles continue to act as they naturally would (neither trying to flex or become soft).

I smile at Camilla, bringing my hands to her abs (knowing this is one of turn on spots), caressing them with more than desire, with love and even devotion, hoping to bring her to the edge, if possible to bring her even overboard, earning tears of joy and bliss.

As I caress her abs (lower, side and upper), tracing her muscles and teasingly sinking my fingers in her soft muscles, I thrust, reveling in her posterior and inner thighs giving in, jiggling with hard thrusts and simply yielding and giving in with soft thrusts.