my satisfied wifey

Deep love experiences will be difficult to forget.

Davino wiped his brow hair, sweat began to pour from his body, his body felt sticky and damp, yet in his wife's eyes, he looked so gorgeous and charming.

His arm muscles had stiffened, blasting intense fire into his wife's body.

Safira wrapped her hands around her husband's neck, enjoying every groan that issued from his lips, unable to stop the sight that made her speech no longer clear.

They began and were hesitant to complete in this soft, dirty bed in his luxury chamber.

"Akh...," the groaning voice grew louder, and the two of them let go of control, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy at the same time.

He slid his body on top of his wife's body, giving a short kiss on the breasts before eventually closing his eyes slowly, relishing his position.

This morning's sports were more than enough.

"Honey—"

When he heard his wife's words, he immediately raised his head, his eyes focused. "What is your name?" He inquired.

What was wrong with