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Sarah screamed as she felt her nether regions tighten up so good on the long invader inside her depths. Her sweet tunnel spasmed over and over again and it was an added bonus that her husband went mad on top of her. Warren ran for the final lap until he deposited copious amounts of healthy love juice on the gasping sheathe of his wife’s delight. “Did you enjoy it? Who’s the greatest man in this world? Come on, tell me. I want to hear it from your lips, my sexy beautiful wife.” Warren asked proudly in the aftermath of their romance.

If I were a food, it would have made his stomach turn upside down and throw me out of his system. "Isn't that what normal couple do? I know you are married, so that's not a big deal." I laughed mirthlessly as I knew how crazy he was about a woman's hygiene. Whenever he wanted to have sex with me before, he wouldn't touch me without sending me to shower first. "Say it, and I'll make love to you right now. I'll make it sure that you would forget you had been with another man," Eric smirked. "So much with the foolishness. Why are you here?"I changed the topic--it was just not healthy anymore.

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“Sure, I can. I mean, I’m keeping the secret between us pretty well, aren’t I?” He laughed softly—a quiet, tired sound that made my chest ache in a strange way. His eyes drifted up to the ceiling again. The hole stared back at us, small and dark and silent. “When I married Delaney,” he started, “it was during the first year that I noticed I couldn’t get it up. Something was definitely wrong with my sexual life. I had to visit the hospital, but it seemed like there was nothing they could do. I spent a lot of money and tried a lot of things, but nothing positive came out of it.”

Lonely housewife discovers the world of submission. Enjoy.. ****** My first husband and I had a lot of hot sex during the first month we were dating: Nothing new or particularly exciting, just sex and lots of it. But then I got pregnant and since then, our sex life had deteriorated to the point of non-existence. I was unfulfilled emotionally as well. He was caught up in work and I was left taking care of the home, our daughter, and my job. Not a happy time, but I began to daydream of my lifelong fantasy of submission. I really wanted to fully submit to another's will over mine: To be controlled by another and to please them. And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else.

“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

Odette complained. “What do you want?” Adeline replied lazily. “You interrupted my reading.” Odette lay flat on the bed and glanced toward the still-closed bathroom door, making sure her husband was still inside. “Adeline… I want to ask you something,” she whispered. “Ask what? And why are you whispering like that?” Adeline asked suspiciously. “Adeline… after you married Jason, what did you do at night?” Odette asked hesitantly. “I read a book,” Adeline answered innocently.

She would sigh to the attendants, "Damien? He's the Vampire King's Chief Enforcer, but he drops everything for me. Isn't that what real love looks like?" Then she would add softly, "His human wife is so selfish — she won't even give blood to save my life. But Damien knows who truly deserves his heart." Damien's fists clenched. Memory after memory surged through him — every time I had tried to warn him, every truth he had slapped out of my mouth. "Every time you tried to tell me what Vivienne really was... her schemes, her lies..." "If I had just listened... if I had just believed my own wife..."

The sight was intoxicating. I entered her again, but this time with a relentless, punishing pace. I was no longer just making love; I was fucking her with a raw, urgent hunger. My cock slid in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. I watched her face, seeing the sheer ecstasy and the hint of submission in her eyes. She was my wife, my partner, and the architect of this madness, and I loved her for it. "Tell me again," I commanded, my thrusts becoming shorter and more powerful, hitting her G-spot with every single strike. "Tell me who this cock belongs to."