"I want the fucking of my life!" I demanded, hands on wide hips, large chest thrust forward as I glared at my husband. "Jeez, not in the door two minutes-" He stopped as he noticed what I was wearing. Or, rather, NOT wearing as I stood completely naked before him. His eyes traveled from the half-erect nipples of my DD cups, down my stomach to my dark, curly bush which I'd trimmed down especially for him tonight.
Excerpt_“Mmm, yes, it was pretty good. For round one.” She stilled. “Don’t worry, you have a few hours to recover before we make love again. And you’ll need every bit of energy you can get.” She groaned in mock dismay but inside, she couldn’t wait for him to possess her again."
