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“Green. So fucking green. More.”

I swipe my tongue all the way along her slit.

“More, what?”

“Please, Mikhail.”

I groan at the way my name rolls off her tongue in her subtle Russian accent. It’s sexy. But it’s the desperation in her voice that has my cock twitching against my boxers.

“Good girl.”

Her hips buck as I feast, her thighs closing around my head so I push them back down flat and hold her still.

“Legs stay like this and I’ll let you come on my face. Got it?”

She rolls her hips. “Mmm, hmm.”

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck.

I slide my fingers along her dripping pussy and press two gently inside her, letting her adjust to them, at the same time licking her until her entire body is quivering around me.

“You taste so good. Your pussy is perfect. I could sit and eat you all day.” I start pumping my fingers in and out, feeling her walls clamp around them.

Maybe I’ll spend twenty-four hours eating my wife out.

“Fuck, Miki,” she says breathlessly.

The faster I fuck her with my fingers, her breathing becomes more shallow, those quivers turn to shakes.

Pressing my left hand down on her lower stomach, I curl them inside her to hit her G-spot and I lick up every drop of her.

“Oh my god,” she chants.

“Come on my face, pretty girl. Don’t hold back, I want all of it.”

Her screams echo through the room and I swear I nearly come in my boxers. I hold her still, letting her ride her climax out all over my face. Fuck, this has to be the most erotic view of my life.

Just as her body sags into the mattress and she tries to catch her breath, I climb over her, resting my weight on my forearm and run my wet fingers along her lips.

“Taste yourself, taste what I do to you.”

“That’s hot.”

I grin and slam my lips over hers, our first proper kiss with no mask. Fuck, hers are so soft. Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she moans and her legs wrap around me, pressing my hard cock against her soaking pussy.

I let out a groan as she grinds her hips against me, and I deepen our kiss, with my hand wrapping around her slender neck, her pulse going wild against my palm.

“You want your husband’s dick inside you now? Is that why you’re desperately grinding on me?”

I don’t want her to stop.

“I want you,” she manages to say.

“I really fucking want you too, Anastasia. I want to feel that tight pussy take every inch of me and then I’m going to fuck you, nice and slow to start with and then I’ll push your limits to see how much my good girl can take. Then, I’ll fill you up until my come is sliding out of you.”

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