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F.M.B.
Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
sticky alcohol we'd end up fucking in the shower, slippery hands on soapy skin, water battling to wash away the sin of acting a slut as I beg for more of his steel inside me. Heaven is so not for girls like me. I could still feel him inside me even after he had withdrawn and I'd collapsed on my tummy, sweaty and very happy. The ripples continued to eddy from my sensitive core to the extremities of my body below the leather boots, long after I mustered the strength to roll over and stare at the crisp ceiling. Pulling the panties from my mouth I reflected on my shameless performance. My fingertips idly traced the slight hump of my abdomen and up to the base of my breasts, tingly and full, nipples poking hard against the restriction of the small dress. Lying sated on the bed I sought his hot hand and gazed across at him, our fingers entwining. My husband smiled back, wriggled, and retrieved a three-inch square of paper from his trouser pocket, dropping it on my chest, his handwriting visible between the single fold. An entry plucked from our fantasy jar. I flashed Adam a loaded smile, leaned across and kissed him, his breathing still heavy from the exertion. "My turn to choose next time."