He kissed you back feverishly. One hand pushed against your hip, the other intangled in your hair. pulling you up on his chest he props his thigh in between your legs to bring you closer to his mouth. Tired of making out with his cold steel helmet, you pull it off. His raven dark hair barely visible in the dark bedroom, but you can see his pale white face glistening with sweat. You wipe his face off with your sleeve, and he looks into your eyes. You see yourself in his eyes, you can see you're the only thing in his eyes. But all you can hear is your heartbeat thrumming in your skull. He pulls your face back to his, his tongue sliding against yours. You giggle a bit when he tugs at your hair.

he whines when you adjust your position on his leg. You flush red and sit up, now straddling his lap, he slides the hand ones in your hair to your other hip. You smile deeply, he's a mess already. You've been married for three years. This is the furthest you've ever gone, you once asked him if he was asexual, only to cause the biggest fight between the both of you. It was silly, but right now it reminds you of that. It reminds you of the pressure you're under from your father in law to concive, and how hard it's been to engage in an intimacy with your husband. You frown, not meaning to, He notice's this and rubs circles into your hips with his thumb. "Cher what's wrong?" He tilts his head trying to give you a reassuring smile. You open your mouth to reply, but stumble a bit. He runs his hands up your waist. "Do you want to do this?" You ask, screwing your eyes shut from the sudden awkwardness. He blushes. He rolls his hips against yours in reply. When he picks his own hips up your nose curls in fe

fear. He smells so dank from his unwashed ass, when's the last time he showered? It's not that he's depressed, god has blessed him thoroughly he's built like a god, but praises his harder. He has a loving spouse, who cleans and cooks for him, submits to his will as is demanded of you. He has so much money from selling his nfts, a home built for him, he just doesnt like how the water burns his back.

His natural musk while arousing beyond belief is overpowering to the point you cant even enjoy it. "Baby, can you shower before you touch me?" you ask, scared this is out of your scope of practice. His jaw stiffened, and you hold your breath. He closes his eyes and exhales in understanding, you absolutely beam and it reminds him of jesus. You're his angel his light of his life, what he preaches in his sermons. He'd do anything for you even wash his ass. You dismount, missing his heat already. He stands up over you pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, your mouth chases his in disappointment when he pulls away, You want his hands on you. you want him, you want to love you this softly, you want him to praise you and treat you like fine art. you find your self holding onto his knuckles as he walk toward the bathroom until you cant hold them any longer.

he's so sweaty :((

4th and 5th

4th and 3rd*

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