The Taste of Submission
I spread my legs wide, I felt the cool air licking at my wetness as I left my fingers circling my clit slowly, as my other hand occupied my boobs, finger pinching my nipples, and I picture Dominic standing over me again, ordering me to crawl again, like I had no choice.
The fantasy wrapped, deepened, and now I was bent over the couch, and he was behind me, growling filthy into my ear, as he pounded inside of me, his hand dusted inside my hair, my husband's name was on his lips just to remind me how wrong it was. Just how filthy what we were doing was.
Your pussy was wasted on him I imagine him saying, You were mine the moment you stepped your legs into this house,
I gasped as I continued to