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I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

Then, he took my hand and pulled it to his cock and I touched it like it was on fire. Harry was standing directly behind me and his body kept pressing me even closer to John's naked body. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around John's shaft and began stroking it, ever so gently. John then placed his hand behind my head and pulled my face upwards to his and our mouths met. I was truly in shock! Here I was, a happily married woman with two kids and suddenly I was in the shower with two young men, stroking a bare cock and kissing this tall handsome stud who was drilling my open mouth with his tongue.

I moaned loudly. He thrust deeply and steadily. We moved together, our eyes locked. We came at the same time. After he held me close. We talked for hours about everything we had never said. The cold marriage was over. The real one was just beginning.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

Hеr ѕеx life wаѕ ԛuіtе ѕаtіѕfасtоrу but forbidden fruit of enjoying another man's dick other than his husband was so arousing for her. His loving huѕbаnd loved her dearly and but he always sticks hіѕ еrесtіоn іnѕіdе her аnd thruѕt аwау untіl hе flооdеd her wіth his seed without any foreplay.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

Anal sex, I mean. 'Yes,' I admitted, mildly embarrassed. 'And did you enjoy it?' 'Yes.' 'My ex-husband wanted to do it. And I never let him. Ever. It was about the only time I stood up to him and it gave me a little bit of control in my marriage. Once he nearly forced himself on me but I cried and he backed off.' She paused. 'I'm sorry if this is too much gory detail.' I was wondering where this conversation was leading, although I guess I had some idea.

“Is it true that both of you love and adore each other more than you love and adore yourselves?” “Are you really dating right now?” “Mr. Erito Ricky… Mr. Eriwan Rocky… Are you really going to get married?” “How about your ex-wives? Did they know about your special romance relationship so that you could get divorced quite a couple of months ago?” “Mr. Erito Ricky… Mr. Eriwan Rocky… Of course it’s impossible for both of you to get married here in Indonesia. Where do you plan to get married later on?” Then, it was Erito’s and Eriwan’s turns to answer all of those questions one by one.

She lay back, spreading her legs slowly, showing him her cum-filled pussy. Marcus climbed onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator. He kissed her deeply again, tongues sliding sensually, while his hands roamed her body — squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth. He broke the kiss and moved lower, sucking one nipple into his mouth, biting it gently while his hand slid between her legs. Two thick fingers pushed into her cum-slick pussy, stirring his own load inside her. “Feel that?” he whispered hotly against her breast. “My cum is still deep in your married cunt. You’re such a filthy wife.”

When the pulses faded he withdrew, glistening, and looked at his wife. Elise understood without words. She climbed onto the table, straddled Mara’s face facing Dominic, and lowered herself onto Mara’s mouth. Mara licked her open immediately—tongue pushing deep, then circling the swollen clit, tasting how wet watching had made her. Dominic stepped in behind his wife, gripped her hips, and pushed into Elise in one long stroke. The force of it pressed Elise harder onto Mara’s mouth. He fucked his wife with the same controlled power while Mara kept eating her, hands gripping Elise’s thighs.