My palm glides over her throat, squeezing gently as I steal the thing I want more than anything right now: a kiss from my wife. She melts below me, same as she always does, and I savor the sound of my name, the way she whispers it, uses it as the filthiest plea as my mouth glides along her jaw, up to her ear. “Are you gonna be my good girl, baby?” “I don’t have a good girl bone in my body. You should know that by now.” “Mmm. That’s right. You don’t.” Releasing her neck, I slide my hand down her front, dipping it between her legs. Shifting her panties aside, I run two fingers along her wet
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