Cara Memanjakan Suami Di Tempat Tidur の小説・ストーリー

I gasped, threading my fingers through his thick black hair and pulling him closer. He worked me skillfully, knowing my body from months of exploration, but tonight was different. Tonight, I dictated the pace. “Slower,” I breathed, grinding against his face. “Tease my clit.” He complied, circling the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I moaned, my head falling back as I rode his mouth, my hips bucking gently. The wet sounds of his devotion filled the room, mingling with my escalating whimpers. “That’s it… my good husband. Worship your wife’s pussy.”

Men usually have far more needs than you do. [Pleasing him is never wrong, especially if you break routines and break through yourself in visible ways—he’ll definitely go crazy.] Please him?! Just seeing those words made Rachel’s face burn. But she felt the person might actually have a point. She searched again in the browser: how to please your husband? A flood of similar posts appeared. It seemed many women, like her, were troubled by the same issue. She opened the pinned post. A reply with over a hundred thousand likes said: [Be a little bolder… get close to him, tease him intentionally or unintentionally. When you’re doing it, say things that stimulate him—the dirtier the better, like fu

That’s exactly how you look when I pull out slow just to watch you try to suck me back in. Imagine that’s my cock stretching you open while your husband’s asleep upstairs. Imagine the weight of me on your back, my hand over your mouth, my voice growling “quiet, baby” while I split you open on your own marital sheets. Faster, baby. I want to hear how wet you are. Fuck yourself like I fuck you when I sneak in at 2 a.m., when I pin you face-down on your own bed and make you bite the pillow so he doesn’t wake up.

He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and took her from behind with even more force, one hand fisted in her hair. The wedding planning session turned into a full-day erotic marathon that spread through the entire penthouse. In the living room, he bent her over the couch and fucked her doggy-style while they looked at venue photos on her laptop. He kept one hand on her hip and the other reaching around to rub her clit, forcing two more orgasms out of her before filling her again. In her home office, he sat in her chair and made her ride him reverse cowgirl while she tried to review the guest list. Every time she got distracted, he slapped her ass and thrust up harder, turning w

“I want you cleaning the house with my cum still leaking out of you.” He didn’t let me rest. He carried me to the living room, laid me on the grand leather couch, and fucked me again, slow this time, deep and possessive, his eyes never leaving mine. We spent the entire weekend like that. He fucked me on the dining table where his wife hosted elegant dinner parties. He took me against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline while the sun set, my hands pressed against the glass. He made me ride him on the grand piano in the music room, my moans echoing through the empty penthouse.

“Fuck your son’s wife in our bed. Make me cum harder than he ever could so I’m forever changed by your cock.” He started thrusting deep and slow at first letting me feel every vein and ridge dragging along my sensitive spots. The pleasure built steady and I rocked with him my tits swaying below me. “Faster now Richard I want to feel you lose control like earlier in the kitchen.” He picked up speed gripping my hips and driving into me with powerful strokes that made the bed creak loud. “Take it all you dirty girl. This is what you’ve been missing in your young marriage. My thick cock stretching you wide while your husband is on his way home none the wiser.” Sweat dripped from his chest onto m

I couldn't admit it to him but I also got addicted to his touches and the feel of his dick inside me. "I can prepare a warm bath for you if you want after the breakfast." He asked. "It would be great after the swimming and we can..."I applied some honey on his lips,"We can bath together, you also did hard work last night, husband." I whispered the last line and kissed his lips hard to suck the sweetness off his lips. "I'd love it more when you lick it off my cock, Emma. I can't wait to see my dick fucking your mouth but I won't force you for anything until you're ready to step in the forbidden territory of pleasure." He said and helped me to get down from the slab.

She demonstrated, leaving her lips perched on the end of the dildo and her other hand moving back and forth along the length. "See?" she asked, pulling it from her mouth. Kelly nodded. "Once you get this down, we can move to harder topics like deep-throating." "Well Marie, I'm not going to be entering any contests, I just want to be able to pleasure my husband." Marie nodded. "I know honey, but there's few things that give a man more pleasure than a girl that can deep-throat, especially if your husband is packing the meat you claim he is."

I do as she asks, I invest her hard and strong, I take the feathers off my shoulder and hold them by the ankle, leaving free the view of my cock going in and out of my lovely wife's wet intimacy. When she breaks down in pleasure, I make her get on all fours. What a delicious sight, her slit seems to get even bigger in this position, I kiss her intimacy and position myself, hold the head of my member and pass it a few times all over her slit, making it very wet with the juices from her intimacy. It's very wet, I penetrate her all at once, without mercy, she screams with pleasure. I stand still. "Show me what you can do, wife," I challenge her.

His warmth was nice. “That’s good even though I am still sore. So no more for tonight,” I said as I was warning him. Dylan groaned before he kissed my neck. “I have other ways to pleasure you, love,” he said into my ears before I chuckled. “You’re insatiable!” “Only for you,” Dylan said before he scooped me up and walked up the stairs. I was gripping his neck as I was arching my eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?” “Getting you acquainted with the house, our bedroom, our bed,” he said as I was laughing while shaking my head. Well, there’s no way I will say no to the new technique that my husband was willing to give it to me.