Bent Over And Begging For It: A Real Wife’s Filthy Fantasy

He alighted softly upon the marble floor, took one look at me and averted his eyes. Porn To see his glistening cock, curving up in the moonlight, was impressive – my handiwork, I was justly proud of it. I could feel him becoming harder and harder. The maids who brought my food and changed my linen were not even permitted to speak to me. I will prove him wrong yet. My mind raced with excitement as I rose and opened the window again. Verily, it was a sign! I could hear him draw breath. This took him aback and he paused awkwardly for a moment, then the officious tone returned. He smiled back but said nothing,
“Good,” I thought, “I’ve taught you to behave.”
I set my knees down on the cool stone