I came in a rolling mass of orgasm’s that Simon swallowed while holding me tightly in place while he fed.
“Will you fuck me please, darling.”
“Could you mount me, Claire?”
“Of course.”
He lay on a carpet of dry leaves with a cock staring up at the sun that looked as well used as my cunt. His bulbous reddish, purple glans lathered up easily when I slid my slick, swollen crevice up and down his shaft.
I took him balls deep inside my cunt easily because he’d fucked me at least eight times since we’d crossed the taboo boundary. I clenched my pussy tight, milking his shaft.
“Will we have children, Claire?”
“Would you like to?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
“You choose when, honey. I’ll show you where my birth control is kept, and it’s up to you to destroy it when you feel ready.”
A wife led marriage was perfect for me, but coercion, control and cruelty were not tools of my leadership. The boy I loved, now a man would be my husband to love, honour and cherish while he obeyed from a place of devotion.
I fucked him like a jockey riding a Kentucky Derby winner, massaging his shaft, using what friction I could still find inside my cunt. When he came, I rocked back and forth vigorously, emptying his seed while locking my eyes on his.
As he settled down, I remained perched aloft my steed, enjoying the final twitches of an enormous cock and its magnificent owner.
“Claire?”
“Yes, darling?”
“I have an awkward question?”
“There are no awkward questions between us, Simon.”
“Do you still have your mahogany hand brush?”
“I brought it with me to give you a proper induction if you wanted it, fiancee.”
“I want it mommy.”
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