Page 28 of His Infatuated Wife

I know he doesn't just look big.

I've also felt how big he is whenever he's inside of me.

But when I'm pleasuring him with my mouth, I realize how his size takes a whole new dimension, and---aaaah.

He suddenly grips my hair as he starts fucking my mouth hard, and I start seeing stars when I feel him actually swell against my tongue.

Oh gosh, how much bigger can he get?

One part of me is genuinely terrified, but the fact that he's still swelling also makes me wetter and hornier, and I suddenly have this irresistible need to see my husband lose control.

The mere thought of it makes my breasts ache, and I start sucking harder and harder.

I can barely breathe at this point, but I don't care.

All I want is to see Jacques lose his mind over what I'm doing---

"Riri, fuck."

It's the only thing he says, the only warning I get before he explodes inside of my mouth.

Aaaah.

My eyes squeeze shut as his thick hot seed rushes down my throat.

It's my first time to do anything like this, but I know just enough to keep swallowing and sucking.

Swallow and suck.

Swallow and suck.

Swallow and suck.

Until I hear my husband groan.

And when I finally lift my gaze to his, I have my reward.

It's my beautiful husband looking at me like he's mine.

Mine.

But as Jacques gently pull me back to my lap, I also feel the phone in his pocket start vibrating, and I can't help it.

I can't help but wonder.

Mine.

He's mine...for now.

But for how long?

Will we even make it to a year if Eva decides to cause trouble between us?

Jacques

"Promise me two things," my wife tells me seriously when we get to my apartment, "and I won't make a fuss about you having dinner with Eva to tell her about our marriage."

I wait for the asshole in me to rear its ugly horns and tell Riri that I don't need to ask her permission to do anything.

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