TYRON couldn't believe what was happening that night—after five years, an intimate encounter between him and Emilia was actually taking place.
He felt like it was all a dream. But no. He knew it wasn't a dream because of the pleasure his wife was giving him.
Tyron was sitting on the sofa, his legs spread wide, while Emilia, naked, knelt between them. Her right hand moved up and down on his manhood, while her lips kissed the tip.
“Damn, love!” Tyron leaned back against the sofa's headrest, his mouth agape, breathing heavily, his eyes gazing at Emilia with a dreamy look.
Emilia was the one who was drunk, but Tyron felt intoxicated by the sensations her mouth, lips, tongue, and hands were creating on his hard manhood.
“You’re so good…” Tyron sat up straighter and put his right hand behin
