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The bed slammed into the wall as I pounded in and out of her. “Gonna fuck you so hard we’ll break the damn wall,” I growled. “No one is here to stop us.” Sometimes, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memories of us trying to keep quiet in her parents’ house. Now, we did it because we had two kids down the hall. So on nights like this, I took every advantage. “No one but me is going to hear you, baby. Don’t hold back.”

I pinched her nipples, and my cock spurted when she cried out in ecstasy and her walls spasmed around it. Bending my head, I kissed her as my hands glided up to her wrists. I quickly released them before gripping the headboard. “Hold on tight, baby.”

“Yes, Leland! Oh, yes! Yes!” Olivia’s cries escalated as I fucked her fast and hard while the bed squeaked in protest.

“Yeah, baby,” I groaned. “Squeeze that pussy. Milk my cock, and I’ll fill you again. Fuck! Yes, baby. Oh, fuck! Olivia!”

I roared her name as we both crashed into our climaxes. It hit me like a fucking freight train, vibrating throughout my whole body, burning in every vein, and buzzing over every nerve.

“When, um, when—” Olivia stuttered over her words as she tried to talk while her breathing was so uneven and choppy. “Someone taught you how to do piping, huh?” Her voice held a tinge of jealousy that made me hard all over again.

I laughed and buried my face in her neck. “Internet how-to videos,” I confessed.

“Oh, well, you are clearly an A+ student, Mr. James.”

“Thank you, Mrs. James.”

I pulled out after another minute and turned onto my side, ready to cuddle my wife for a while, but she surprised me when she popped up and pushed me onto my back.

“What are you up to?” I asked curiously.

She raised an eyebrow at my cock, which was standing straight up, thick and firm. “I think you’re the one who’s up.”

Laughing, I made a grab for her. But she dodged me and leaned across the bed to grab the nearly empty bag of sugary goodness.

“It’s my turn,” she quipped with a wicked smile.

“Your turn?”

She nodded as she squeezed frosting onto the tip of my dick. Then she glanced at the clock and grinned. When I followed her gaze, I saw the time was midnight on the dot.

“Yup. It’s my turn to blow your horn. Happy New Year, babe.”


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