34: Million-Dollar Wife, Zero-Dollar Di-ck

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~ Evie ~ This honeymoon is turning into a total mess. We're in Paris right now, day three, and I'm sitting on this huge bed in our fancy hotel suite, staring out at the Eiffel Tower all lit up like it's supposed to make everything better. But it doesn't. Marcus is in the shower, and I'm here rubbing my thighs together because I'm so worked up. We've tried twice today, and both times? Nothing. His d**k gets half hard, he pushes in a little, and then it just... goes soft. Like, fails completely. I end up frustrated, and he looks all sorry about it. "Evie, let me make it up to you," he says every time, and then he goes down on me. It's okay, I guess. He sucks my c**t and fingers me until I come, but it's not what I need. I need to get f****d proper, deep and hard, the way Jack does it. Marc

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