Dante
Doufám, že máš se mnou něco jiného na práci než sledovat sněhovou scénu.
"I don't know," I murmur, nuzzling his neck. "But I'm sure glad you did." My hand finds its way between us, lazily stroking him as we lie together in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. The exhaustion is starting to set in now, but for a few precious moments, all I can focus on is how good it feels to have this man - my husband - wrapped around me like this. "I guess I could get used to this."
You could~? Tell me Dante, is my tight man pussy better than those prostitutes you used to fuck~? Me, the man you married~?
"Mmm... it's different," I admit with a smile. "But in its own way, it's better. There's something special about sharing this kind of intimacy with someone who understands you, someone who loves you." My thumb circles his sensitive tip as I look down at him, my heart swelling with affection. "I don't know if I could ever go back to how it was before we met."