Page 21 of Mafia Wedding

His hand finally cups my pussy, and I can only moan his name out as my body arches, and I feel his grip tighten around my cunt.

"Stelios!"

My husband's chuckle is the most seductively taunting sound. He wants me to know he's playing with me, and I just want him even more because of it.

He takes his time yet again as he strokes my throbbing folds over the wet fabric of my panties.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

It feels unbelievably good, really.

But it's not enough.

I need to feel his bare fingers against my flesh, and when I look up at him, the words simply tumble out—-

"Please, husband—-"

All I want is for him to hurry, but when he stiffens, and I see the look in his eyes change—-

Uh...oh.

I think I'm about to get way in over my head—-

"Say it again," Stelios grates out just before ripping off my panties—-

Oh God.

The sound makes me feel dizzy, and all I can do is obey his command.

"H-Husband—-"

His finger thrusts inside of me, and because I'm already so, so wet from wanting him—-

Aaaaaah.

My head falls back against the pillows as the slippery walls of my pussy easily close around his long, hard finger.

"Look at me, wife."

The way his finger has been thrusting in and out of my body like it's a cock all on its own has me feeling delirious, but I force myself to open my eyes at the growled-out command.

"I want to see how I'm making you feel while I'm fucking you with my fingers."

Did he just say—-

Aaaaaaaah!

A second finger thrusts inside of me, and so yes, oh yes, plural it is, and—-

Aaaaaaah!

My husband is now fucking me with three fingers.

Thrust.

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