Matteo
When I opened the door to her studio, I didn’t expect the sight that greeted me.
Adriana was on her knees, face pressed into the carpet, ass high in the air, a paintbrush buried in her dripping cunt. She moaned like she was begging me to break her.
The sight made my c**k throb so hard it hurt.
For a moment, I just stood there, taking it in.
My princess.
The wife I swore to protect was on her knees, face pressed into the carpet, f*****g herself with a tool meant for painting.
A brush.
A gift from me to her.
“Princess.” My voice came out low, sharp. It was a warning, maybe even a threat. Her body froze instantly, trembling like a caught thief.
She turned her flushed face toward me, lips parted, eyes wide with shame and something darker.
It was fear, guilt, arousal.
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