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One hand slid under my robe, cupping my breast, the other dipping between my legs, fingers stroking my already wet pussy. “You’re thinking too much again, aren’t you?” he murmured against my neck, biting down gently. I moaned softly, pushing back against him. “It’s been exactly one year today,” I whispered. He hummed, sliding two fingers inside me slowly, curling them just right. “And?” he asked, voice dark. “Are you going to leave me, wife?” I turned in his arms, looking up at him. Those green eyes that once terrified me now made my knees weak.

After Cassian Frick scatters my mother's ashes, Serena Skelding and he become sworn enemies. To stand up for me, Serena drives her car into Cassian and breaks his leg. They remain locked in a bitter feud for five years. It finally comes to an end when Serena marries me, and Cassian leaves the country in disgrace. Three years later, Cassian shows up again at a class reunion. Someone urges him to liven things up. Cassian looks at Serena and smiles. "She and I once had a child. We went at it too roughly and lost it, though. Before I went abroad, she promised me she'd mourn our unborn child for three years." As he says this, he gives me a meaningful look. "Hey, you still haven't slept with

, he says with a sad pout but his eyes held mischief. She clenches her jaw and hovers on him this time taking him fully surprised. "My dear husband, it was you who seduced me for a kiss. So, now don't play all innocent at all! Anyways I know you were dying for it from long ago", she says with a smirk and he gasps in amaze. "Hmmm.... feisty!", he replies as if more in a complimenting way. "I'm everything which you can't even imagine, dear husband. Feisty, fierce, submissive, dominant, caring, loving and lot more which you'll slowly get to know", she says and gets down of him and bed.

Sam said, "since you were operating from a different set of rules than most dominants and submissives, but it's been our experience that once a barrier is broken, it's sometimes difficult to close the door again. Who were the other men your wife had sex with? I ask because if you don't want your wife having sex with other men, they're going to be the problem." "A food delivery driver," I said. "Lisa's father, the impotent husband of a slave we had briefly, and five of my poker buddies, though one of them is probably more gay than not, and a submissive and he's currently on the Pacific Crest Trail hiking for several months with a brand new girl dominant."

“Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s dick while your husband waits upstairs.” I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your cock. I’ll do anything to keep you quiet. I’m a dirty cheating wife. I married your father but my pussy still remembers how you fucked me raw.” Marcus laughs darkly, clearly loving my submission. “Good girl. Such a honest little whore.” He shoves back in, fucking my throat harder now. My nose presses against his pelvis on every thrust. I’m gagging, drooling, mascara running, completely ruined.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Page after page of explicit clauses stared back at her. No other lovers. Full obedience. Mandatory fertility tracking. Weekly health exams. And the worst line of all: “The wife shall submit to all sexual demands without refusal, including but not limited to vaginal, oral, and anal penetration, public and private displays, and any acts deemed necessary by the husband for his pleasure.” Her cheeks burned. “You’re disgusting.” Damien rose slowly, all six-foot-four of him unfolding like a predator. He circled the desk until he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes.

Lucien raised a thick brow as he noticed the wetness and she blushed. He took her every evening, in this way, in various positions, for the Mafia Don might have got on in years but his insatiable drive for sex remained the same. And what made these moments precious was the way his little submissive wife continued to be ready for him, eager to please him… He grunted, his c*ck rearing already. He wanted to plunge himself into her wetness, knowing that beneath her full, flowing skirt, she had nothing on. Blushing, Proserpina hitched her skirt over her waist and leaning forward, she kissed him deeply.

I've seen clients rediscover spark through role-play. 'Tell me about it,' he said, eyes locked. Her voice softened. 'One couple, the man like you is successful, and sexually frustrated. Wife played submissive role. He tied her hands, blindfolded her. She knelt, sucked his cock slow, then begged for more.' Rayden's breath hitched. 'And?' 'He flipped her over, spanked her until she dripped. Fucked her from behind, pulling hair. She came twice, hard.' 'Sounds perfect, but I feel there is a but or an and?' he murmured.