Dear Husband my ex is back
Each thrust shook her, her nails clawing at the mattress.
The man gripped her hips, ramming deeply inside her, his hips slapping against her flesh with brutal force. He leaned forward, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breasts, his teeth grazing her ear.
“So fucking tight,” he whispered, pounding into her harder.
“Ahhh! Yes—there, right there!” Yulia moaned, her voice breaking into a high-pitched cry. The bed creaked violently beneath them as sweat dripped down her back. She shoved her hips backward, meeting his thrusts, desperate to feel more, to be consumed completely.
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