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He looks irritated and annoyed when Alisha follows him to the bedroom. " I am your Wife." She replied calmly. But As Jacob heard the word wife. He starts laughing loudly. Sitting on the floor. He looks at Alisha with cold eyes. " My wife?". He scoffed but waved her to get close to him. " Come here. My wife" Alisha walks towards him, She knows he may attack her. As Jacob feels her coming closer, He grabs her wrist and pulls her on his lap. " What. What are you doing?"

He remembered his wife. Although he was having sex with the witch thinking about his wife...giving pleasures to his wife. She was so submissive towards him. And he was the dominant one. Turning around he uttered, "Well, I am married but I am not interested in her." "She is not of my type..." he crinkled his nose. Seeing him so disinterested in his wife, Paxson let out a grin. Now she can have him all by herself. Another moment and she snapped her fingers, still smiling at him.

Although she was a woman of the night, she never thought about this at all. Even when she had sex with her husband several times, it must have been the man who always dominated, even though she had once because of the fucking game. This time it is the woman who satisfies her husband's passion, leading their hot romance by suppressing all her shyness. And that's all she does with William's instructions of course. Because she herself falls into the category of lame in making love. Although she used to be known as LiOn who was always able to conquer every man. But now in front of her husband, she's just a sweet, submissive rabbit.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Her back arched, breasts heaving, nipples hard peaks. “SHIT!” She cried out when he added a third finger, stretching her, scissoring while he sucked her clit like it was the only thing that mattered. In Jayden’s mind, it was Sebastian’s cock stretching him instead. The way that thick veined shaft had ruined his ass, the degrading words, the brutal slaps. His own cock throbbed painfully against the mattress as he devoured his wife’s cunt, grinding his hips down for friction. His wife came hard the first time, screaming his name, pussy spasming around his fingers, flooding his tongue with sweet release. He didn’t stop. He licked her through it, gentler then fiercer again, until she was shaking

There was something inherently submissive in being treated like nothing but holes to fill, she thought. Maybe this “workshop” was designed to help submissives learn more about their preferences. She felt her heart flutter at the idea. She did spare a thought about her husband. Despite his recently revealed hotwife kink (seems ol’ Greg was more interested in watching his wife with someone else than pleasuring her himself), she knew he wouldn’t be happy about her jumping right into having sex with someone other than him--maybe multiple someones, she thought, her pussy tingling at the idea-- without discussing it with him first. But, fuck it, it’s not like he discussed trapping her in a rabbit

I kissed every inch of her, lingering on the small swell of her belly, whispering promises against her skin that I wasn’t sure I could keep. When I finally pushed inside her, it was slow and deep. She was so wet, so hot, her pussy clenching around me like velvet fire. The soft, flushed folds of her pussy stretched beautifully around my thick cock, a stark contrast to her tiny frame. Every thrust made her moan, her walls rippling and squeezing my sensitive head in rhythmic pulses that made my vision blur.

Winona and I parted on unpleasant terms that day. I knew she was only streaming to give us a better life. Still, as a man, I could never accept the fact that my wife was doing that kind of stream. From then on, Winona no longer streamed. I took on all of the housework, thinking it would make her less stressed. She gave me the cold shoulder the entire time. Even though she was a woman with a high drive, she never once asked me to take her to bed.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.