Contract And Marriage

MATURE CONTENT

Sarina

“Shit, my wife! You’re not wearing panties!” His eyes widened as he spoke, his eyes on me in the mirror.

“Well, my panty was visible through my dress, and I didn’t have a seamless one, so I just took it off,” I replied. Honestly, I was having issues with the dress we bought in the Philippines. Initially, I didn’t think about it because I only checked what it looked like on me in front when I tried it on and didn’t notice the back. Who would have thought that it wouldn’t look good on my behind?

When I wore it earlier, my panty line was visible, and I didn’t know what to do because it looked bad. So, before Maximus entered the room, I quickly took it off and liked what I saw.

“Shit,” he said, but he inserted a finger into my womanhood, making me close my eyes and lean against his muscular chest. Oh, this man really knows how to melt my knees.

“What are you doing, Maximus? We still need to leave, right?” I reminded him, but it sounded more like a moan. While fixing my hair earlier, I stood up because I felt uncomfortable sitting. So, I ended up using the chair as a footrest when Maximus lifted one of my legs and placed it there while his finger played my clit.

“My wife, I’m so turned on by you. I can’t control myself whenever I see you,” he said before licking my shoulder, up to my neck and cheek, stopping at my lips as I slightly turned my head to face him.

Our saliva mixed again as we kissed, and our tongues danced together. My hand rose to hold his neck while the other caressed his, hugging me by my waist.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, my wife,” he said between our kisses. Shit! I was so turned on that I didn’t hesitate.

“Fuck me, my husband,” I said wantonly.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Shit, my wife, that sounds so good. Say it again,” he commanded.

“Fuck me, my husband.” Of course, I was obedient and would repeat it because I didn’t want to be left hanging again. I used to think that only a lack of money could make someone lose their temper, but being left hanging in sex can also make you lose your temper and get high blood pressure.

“Yes, my wife, I really want to fuck you. Since we arrived here, my dick hasn’t been inside your pussy,” he said vulgarly.

“My husband, your mouth.”

“Don’t you like it?” he asked, creasing his forehead. We’re talking and keeping our gaze intact in front of the mirror.

“No, it just makes me hornier, and you’re taking too long to fuck me.” I didn’t care about modesty; I just said what I wanted to say. “Don’t leave me hanging now, I’m telling you.” I threatened him because what he was doing now might just be a prank.

“There’s no way I’m going to do that. How many times do I need to tell you that? And can’t you feel this?” he asked before pressing his hard member against my back. It was really hard, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. “I’m going to bend you over,” he announced, and I nodded, saying,

“Take me however you want, my husband.” That’s all he needed, and he quickly bent me over. I braced my elbows on the dresser and was surprised when he suddenly spoke,

“Wait, my wife.” I stood up straight as he quickly left to go to bed and returned with a pillow. “I don’t want your elbows to get scraped and look like scrotum skin.” The rascal grinned, and I couldn’t help but laugh. But I still did as he said, using the pillow to rest my elbows as I bent over again.

He lifted my dress to my waist, luckily not wrinkling the fabric, and I heard him undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. “My wife, I really had a hard on because of you.”

“Put it in, my husband!” I ordered, anticipating his rough thrust. “Ahh! It feels so good!” I couldn’t hold back my lustful moans. What this pervert said was true; women really do moan when they pass through his hands.

“You’re still so tight, my wife,” he said with a groan as he continued to thrust his manhood into my womanhood.

At first, he held my hips, then one hand moved to my shoulder while he continued to thrust deeply inside me. He was going all the way, and I was loving it.

“Maximus, keep going please… faster… ahh…” I repeatedly moaned because I felt like I was going crazy with what he was doing to me. I could feel the build-up of pleasure between my thighs, and I sensed he felt the same inside me.

I tightened my grip on the pillow while he pounded me from behind. Then I remembered, “Maximus, make sure not to release inside me, okay?”

He suddenly stopped and asked, “Why?” He sounded complaining, which made me laugh at him, but he looked serious, so I didn’t.

“Shit! Why did you stop?” I asked, and he quickly moved again and asked,

“Why can’t I cum inside?”

“Are you crazy? I’m not wearing panties, and you know your cum will just keep dripping out of me.”

“But I don’t want to pull out,” he complained.

“Come on, it’s too messy when it keeps dripping,” I said, “and can you continue pounding me?”

“I want to cum inside you, my wife.”

“When we get back to the hotel later, my husband.”

“I’m not completely happy when I pull out,”

“You’ve pulled out with others before, so bear with it now.”

“They’re different, my wife. I want you to catch all my cum.”

“I’ll catch it, but it will still drip. If you release all your seeds inside me, I won’t go with you when you leave to meet your friends because I don’t want to keep wiping my thighs every now and then.” I threatened him. I want him to release everything inside me as well, but it would be messy if he did.

“My wife, please…” he complained, but I glared at him in the mirror, so he had no choice but to agree.

Our conversation didn’t ruin our mood because I could still feel his rock-hard member inside me. Maybe he held back earlier from cumming while we talked, so I felt it twitch slightly.

I was soaking wet and so wanton, and it showed in my face, which Maximus noticed because his thrusts became faster and harder. I didn’t know what I looked like when I was in pleasure and reached my climax until now. His thrusts quickened, so I reached for the tissue box on my right to give it to him when the time came, and we both screamed each other’s names before he finally pulled out his dick from my womanhood.

He caught all his cum with the tissue while I collapsed onto the pillow, breathing heavily. I looked back at him over my shoulder and saw he was still jerking off, squeezing his manhood until nothing more came out.

“Hubby, why does it always feel so good when we fuck?” I asked, unknowingly. I felt him on my back and his lips on my shoulder, so I looked at him in the mirror while he planted light kisses.

“You feel so good, too, my wife, but be ready later because I’m still unsatisfied. I want all my cum inside you. What if the future president of the Philippines is in this tissue, and you just threw it away?” he replied as he threw the tissue in the trash bin on our left side.

I laughed at that, amused that he even thought of such a thing. “Let me clean you up,” he said, and I stayed in place while he cleaned my pussy and thighs. Honestly, it felt good. He’s so good at taking care of me. He’s vulgar, and just as I said, it made me turn on and want him more. He had let me experience something I never thought I would. Oh, I like this man.