My legs were spread a little wider to make him enjoy pulling and pushing in my slippery, tight hole.
My hands were holding tight to his necktie, making him smile. He was sadistic in his little ways, yet I couldn't hate him. Hence, my flesh liked it. It was like I was in the garden, where beautiful flowers were blooming elegantly.
“Eldifonso, you're so big! I hate you, but I like how you drive my p***y crazy.” I praised him, letting my saliva slip in the tunnel of my throat.
“Oh, f**k you, my wife. I love it when you call me by my name. Don't you know it? That's music to my ears.”
In the whole duration of our marriage, it was the first time that I felt I was valuable to him.
He could beat a person who was possessed by a s*x god in the way he moves his thighs and digs down into my fl
