“You know I can’t tell you no. If my wife wants fucked, then she will be fucked.” I moan. “But first I get what I want.” He moves his fingers from my clit.
“What?” I cry out, wanting them back.
“You know what I want.”
I smile because I do. “Me.”
“Always,” he says before burying his face between my thighs, giving us both what we always need.
Each other. We have the rarest treasure of all: true love.
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