Lilian’s POV “Ahh! Yes, faster... Fuck!” I moaned as my husband drove his cock sharply into my cunt. I was almost at the peak when I felt his semen spill inside me. “Mm..” I breathed until he finished and collapsed beside me. My finger slid toward his cock to stroke him so he could harden again, but his hand caught mine mid-way. “What are you doing? I'm exhausted,” he murmured with heavy breath. My mouth fell open. “But you lasted just ten minutes,” I whispered with a pout, but he only sighed, rising from the bed. “I have work tomorrow, Lilian. You know how draining it can be,” he muttered, already heading to the restroom, leaving me unsatisfied. "It's not fair to me!” I shouted after him. Silence answered. My fingers tugged my hair harshly. For years, every damn time he was always tired, even though we only did it twice a week. It was never enough for me, especially when he was my husband and I was forbidden to have it elsewhere! I had spoken to him countless time
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