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“Your ass is strangling my cock, Aria. So fucking tight...like it was made to milk me dry.” She pushes back, taking me deeper. “Move—please—fuck my ass, husband—” I start with slow, long strokes that drag over every nerve ending, then faster, harder, until the room fills with the obscene slap of skin and her broken moans. My hand snakes around to her clit again, rubbing in tight circles while I pound her ass. “You love this, don’t you?” I snarl. “You love your husband splitting your ass open on your wedding night. Love being my filthy little anal slut while you’re still leaking my cum from your pussy.”

I leaned over onto the bed and grabbed my husband's cock in my right hand. I started stroking his cock, making him really hard. I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, then slid my mouth down the entire length until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I couldn't get the images of his hand up my skirt and his eyes peering into my soul.

With simple toasts, portions of bacon, and eggs, the couple had breakfast together under the dim lights of their mansion kitchen. While Samantha was washing the dishes, Ethan was at it again, groping his wife. He was reaching beneath her robe, caressing her breasts and grounding his groin area against her behind. Samantha could not help but giggle. She expressed, "Ethan, I'm still washing dishes!" Ethan pecked on her cheek and pressed his lips against her ear. He revealed, "I've always wanted to make love to my wife on the kitchen countertop of our home."

I can't wait, but I need to remember that it must have been a while for her. "Do you want to hear what I will do tonight, my wife?" I asked, my fingers teasingly touching her skin. "I will make love to you first, then I will make you feel like a woman like you so desperately want me to do. I have to warn you that I won't stop with just one round, Miracle. I am planning to fūck you in every position and surface available, including the one underwater. I need to know that you want that. That you want it as much as I do. Do you?"

“But you haven’t answered my question.” She knew what he was talking about. Squaring her shoulders since he wouldn’t let it be she tipped her chin up in a way that excited him – feisty. “What else happens between a man and a woman in the privacy of their bedroom? The wife lays on her back, the husband gets on top and thrusts in and out. If you get an orgasm all fine and if you don’t oh well…” she finished with a shrug. He was smiling with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Is that what your husband does? Thrusts in and out and rolls off. Must have been boring.”

“Really slow, okay?” Nodding against the pillow, she compelled herself to relax as another inch of his cock disappeared inside her. Her thighs rubbed against the bed frame, and his hand moved in front to tickle her oversensitive clit. She banged her fists on the bed with every pleasurable inch her husband let her have.

"You taste good too. Would you like me to do that to you again?" "Oh God, yes..." "Bend forward over the bed then..." He releases me, pushing me forward over the mattress. "Move over a little," he instructs. "Your husband wants to see you when I lick out your cunt..." Shaking, I simply allow Michael to position me, placing myself entirely in his hands. "Ass up. That´s it." As he holds me at the hips, his feet push between mine, edging them apart. "Further," he says, "Richard´s right. A man likes a bit of room to manoeuvre."

He sucked my boobs while I played with his hard tempting penis as he gave me the best sucking of my life in between my legs. I also held his cook and started by licking every nook and cranny of it before graduating to sucking him, my husband kept moaning as I did that and kept calling my name. We did that for almost an hour before he entered my honeypot and fucked the hell out of me.He finally ejaculated his hard penis into my wet honey pot and gave me the best fucking of my life and I love every experience of it that night, he cummed and landed on the bed with his back.

I just need a pretty face, that’s it. “Maria, the light.” Damian shielded his eyes with a hand. “Aren’t you asleep?” “Just a little longer.” He puckered his lips like a sulking child. “Okay, okay, I’ll turn off the light. Just go back to sleep.” I needed to do something very important. In the dark room, lying in bed with my husband beside me, I was looking for a mistress for him.

My dick is missing the tightness of your pussy. Me: Fuck! When will you come back? I just want to have you inside me. Husband: Unfortunately, I have a meeting in a few minutes. If I didn’t have, I would come back home and take you to the bathroom, pin you against the mirror wall, remove your clothes, spread your legs apart, and thrust deep into you while suppressing your moans with your bra. Damn! What is he doing? He is making me even hornier and wetter. Me: God, Steve, when did you become so lustful?