Rex and Priscila

Priscilla let go of his hand and walked the few short steps between her chair and his. She sat in his lap and kissed him hard on the mouth. Their tongues intertwined and Rex's hand moved between her legs.  She could feel his hardness straining and pushing on her thigh. The black silk robe slid off. Rex never tired of looking at her full breasts, defined waist, and creamy skin. She sighed as his hands and lips worked their magic. 
Priscilla soon found herself on her back. On top of the kitchen table. She smiled to herself at the ridiculousness of it all but she wasn't complaining. Rex's lips moved down her body, kissing her breasts, stomach, and tops of her thighs until his tongue landed between her legs. 
“Oh Rex. Don’t stop, Rex! Please." She cried out. 
As much as he wanted her, he had no intention of stopping. She was breathless as she came, sighing and moaning. He could feel her muscles contract against his tongue. God, she was amazing. 
Rex stood up from beneath her legs, undoing his pants. Priscilla propped up on her elbows, giving him a seductive glance as the rest of his clothes flew across the room.
She bent forward and grabbed his impressive cock. Rex shuddered at her warm touch. She ran a small hand over his length, tugging slightly. Placing him in her mouth, she moved up and down. He ran his hands through her luxurious russet hair as she worked him. 
"Priscilla..."
After a few minutes he pulled himself away from her and sat down. Priscilla straddled him, placing him inside of her. Rex let out a sigh of relief when he entered her. He wrapped his arms around her, clutching her tight loving the feeling of her body against his.