He thrust away at her with vigor. I was ripe and fertile, ready to be bred by my husband. Sex The robe could do nothing to hide the curves of her figure, her breasts large. I gathered up his salty precum, such a delicious preview of the passion to come. An open window looked out at a small garden, lacy curtains framing it. A radiance burst through the room. And Sven must have proven he loved us all. Hot cum spurted into my fertile depths. I want to care for them. To have a young lover that cared about giving her pleasure, not an old husband who had long gotten bored of her body. “Mmm, it’s a good tea, isn’t it?”
“Guess. “My sweet Ava!”
Our lips met in another kiss. I pumped my fingers faster in her cunt, stirring up her passion. “I’m sure that sword isn’t,” she said and pushed back harder, “but I’m not interested in fencing with you.”
I arched an eyebrow. I quivered as my husband filled me. Though their love-making started out a little rote, now that they had united their bodies, merging into one flesh, the passion made me tremble.