The sensation of her skin against mine, the warmth of her body, and the subtle shift of her weight on the mattress—it’s a dance we’ve perfected over two decades. And yet, there’s always something new, something thrilling. Like the way her fingers trace the curve of her own body, teasing, promising. It’s a secret we keep, a secret that’s kept us together. No one believes the secret to a 20-year marriage is letting your wife go out and get fucked hard by a hot guy whenever she wants. But it’s true. It’s the thrill, the risk, the trust that binds us tighter than any vow.
Her Hands, His Touch: A Dance of Desire
Her hands, so familiar yet always surprising, move with a confidence that’s both alluring and intimidating. They’re not just hands; they’re instruments of pleasure, of power. And when they’re not on her, they’re on me, guiding, teasing, promising. It’s a game we play, a game of trust and desire. The way her fingers glide over her skin, the way they tease the edge of her desire—it’s a sight that never fails to captivate. It’s a secret, a thrill, a bond that’s as strong as it is unexpected. And it’s ours, entirely ours.
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Too bad he's the wrong color.
Very beautiful…I love this very much…Stiv Manoris stivmanoris@gmail.com