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Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

“You hid a book and lingerie from me.” “Did I mention any of that? Did I say what position was my favorite, or how sometimes I misbehave, so you’ll spank me? Or did I say, yes, Max and I make love?” I asked. “I told him you could fulfill your role as my husband.” “You won’t tell me your favorite position, you never tell me anything when it comes to sex, but you tell someone else, someone that has betrayed me, how I feel inside you. If I didn’t stop you, who knows how much you would’ve said.”

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Morning comes again, and I wake up next to my beautiful wife, my love, and finally, she becomes my submissive too. I don't expect how open-minded she is about this. If I knew she would be this open, I would ask her to become my submissive after we married, but everything in this life has a destiny.

"Suck this whore's nipples, Tony, then pinch, twist and pull them. She'll love it. Sluts do, I've found." Maxine gasped with delight, as her nipples sent thrilling shocks direct to her pussy. She was again building to a huge orgasm, her husband's touch exciting her beyond belief. "Stroke her pussy, then use your fingers like before," commanded Scott. Maxine felt like a submissive slut, with a dominant deciding what happened to her. She loved it. Tony's fingers again explored his wife's pussy, her juices oozing over his hand. Without speaking, Scott took Tony's hand and lifted his fingers to his wife's mouth. Maxine eagerly licked her own pussy juices from Tony's fingers, making appreciative

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

"Oh, wonderful. Everyone loves me." "Please—" "My husband loves me while sleeping with a twenty-eight-year-old heiress." "Elena, please—" "Your husband loves me while actively laundering his best friend's affair." "Stop, please." "And you love me enough to smile at my face for a year while keeping the secret." She broke completely, her restraint fracturing into a ragged scream, her entire upper body shaking. "I wanted to tell you! You have no earthly idea how many times I sat at your table and tried to force the words out!"

He lifted me onto the island, spread my legs wide, and pushed back inside me in a deep missionary position on the counter. “Fuck… your cock is so deep like this,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m such a dirty wife letting you fuck me while my husband is home.” Jax drove into me with slow, heavy strokes, his hands gripping my thighs. “That’s right. You’re my personal cumslut now. Say it.” “I’m your cumslut,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “My husband could walk in any second and see me getting ruined by your big cock.”