My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
She cries out, her body shaking as she climaxes the second time, her orgasm so intense that she squirts.
"Oh god, oh god," she moans.
Then she collapses back onto the bed.
I lie beside her, watching. Julie's chest rises and falls in quick succession, her breath coming in sharp gasps as if she's just run a marathon. It’s intoxicating to see her this way, that glow of exhaustion mixed with satisfaction radiating from her. I can't help but smirk at the sight—this beautiful woman, utterly wrecked, looking like she’s been touched by fire. There’s something raw and stunning about her that pulls at me, igniting that familiar heat I feel whenever she’s near.