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It took Mamacita a week before she had the couple eating out of her hand. She had calculated at least thrice that, but the sudden improvement on their marriage made all the difference. She put them on a d**g-fuelled bender of s*x and pleasure, a tribute to Dionysus that even he would stop and appreciate.
They had everything that could be delivered to them that was frivolous and luxurious, and a couple of things that could not, yet they still got somehow. They had s*x with one another, but after the obligatory threesome they usually just kept a specific position: Tanya would enter her husband in missionary anal, it was an awkward pose that required him having his legs up in the air, and Mamacita would work Tanya’s p***y from behind with her expert tongue and fingers. The c
