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His response was a primal growl that sent shivers down my spine as he pulled on my hair, his body trembling.

“Yessss! Give it to me!” I giggled, my tone dripping with pleasure.

As his body tensed behind mine, I could feel his muscles strain. He pushed his hips forward, driving deeper inside me with one last powerful thrust.

A feral whisper escaped his lips as he released his essence, filling me up with his warmth.

“Yessss.” My body shuddered, accepting all of him as I moaned with his name on my lips. “Oh, Afan….”

He groaned, stiffening until the very last drop of his load had filled me up. Afan pulled out slowly, his cum dripping off my entrance, my legs shaking tremendously.

I turned around to face him, his skin covered in sweat. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to himself, our bodies colliding and my breasts brushing against his chest.

His fingers found their way into my hair, his forehead resting against mine, our labored breaths fanning over our faces.

“Wow!” I exclaimed softly, giggling. “You never cease to amaze me, Afan. Sex with you is always so phenomenal.”

His lips curled into a smile. “I’m glad you like it.” He pushed my hair behind my ear.

I looked into his eyes. “Thank you for being such an amazing husband.” My palms cupped his face. “I'm grateful for all you do, and from the bottom of my heart… I love you, Afanasy Tarasov.”

“And I love you, too, Wren Tarasov,” he replied with a bright smile, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

He pulled me into his warm embrace, and there I found peace and comfort. Before the night would end, we'd go multiple more rounds. But for now, we both needed the rest.

At first, I didn't think I'd find this much happiness and fulfillment, considering how my story began. However, against all odds, I’d somehow managed to find my happy ending.

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