FUCKING MY BRIANS OUT

Alfredo carries me easily into the bedroom, and his hard muscles make me feel girly. He lowers me onto the bed and positions himself over me, and his huge arms cage me underneath him. His intense gaze moves over my body, and I feel naked despite my tee and knit leggings. Excitement heightens my anticipation as I wait for his next move.

Despite my doubts about us, my body responds willingly to the sexy sight of him above me. I try to hold my body still, but my arousal makes my pussy wet, and I start to squirm. My gaze stays latched onto his as my chest rises and falls in my thin tee. Right now, I’m in no position to deny my husband anything.

And the fucked up thing is, I don’t want to deny him anything.

Alfredo leans down close as if to kiss me. But he shifts slightly and draws a line down my neck with the tip of his nose. He inhales the scent of lemon soap and perspiration off my skin. I tilt my head back, moaning as his mouth touches the sensitive skin at the base.

“I smell your scen