Her eyes never leave mine as she slides off her leggings and the orange panties that match her bow, then pulls my boxer briefs over my hips and thighs, exposing my throbbing c**k. She throws one leg over my hips and, bracing her hands on the edges of the bed on either side of me, poises her core right over my hard length.
“This is beyond reckless,” she mumbles. “What if you tear your stitches?”
Moving my hand to her p***y, I press my thumb over her c**t, massaging it in slow, tiny circles. I don’t f*****g care about the damn stitches. I don’t care about anything other than having my d**k inside my wife. After everything that happened, the need to be joined in the most carnal way is impossible to ignore. Wetness coats my fingers, but I keep teasing her, watching her suck in a shaky brea
