Chapter One-3
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“Ah, Gawd, Juuuuustin, yes, haaarrrrrder!” she shrieked this time.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling at her hair—gently.
“Ooo, yes, ouch, no!” she rattled off.
He pulled a little harder, feeling her body jolt and jolt again, her inner channel clench and flex, then suddenly start to writhe out of control. “Oooooooooo, yesssssssssssss,” she hissed, mouth open. A silent scream followed. Justin’s low bellow answered seconds later, his thrusting movements picking up speed as his wife worked the spewing erection with her climax, and he shot the last of his juices to mingle with her liquid cunt.
“Oh, I hate it when you pull my hair,” she exclaimed when they were finished and exhausted.
“I disagree,” he replied. “It turns you on.”
“Does not!” she scowled.
“Yes, it does.”
“And how could you tell?”
“Your body changes.”
She looked suspicious.
“Trust me, it does,” he tried reassuring her.
“How about I get dinner?” she said. She shot off the divan more in a hurry than he was this time. “Say,” she stopped at the patio doorway, “you said you’d set me up with an email account?”
“Yes, I did.” Why would she think of this now?
“Tonight?” she asked.
“Why the rush? It’s been weeks since I offered.”
“My sister wants to write me.”
“Sure. It won’t take but a minute.”
“Thanks.” She picked up her shorts from where they’d landed on the flagstone floor and then disappeared inside the house.
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