..only one I want," she murmurs, overtaken by the emotions warring within her and the sensations I was giving her.I give her hair another hard tug. " ...No man can fuck you like I do, fill you like I can, satisfy those urges like I will," I growl. I feel her body relaxing more and I thrust slightly harder. " Talk to me baby, I want to hear how it feels..." My pace increases slightly as I start to get lost in the feel of her, in the way she feels and the sounds she is making for me. I'm keeping the. I forced her to have her buttermilk and made her comfortable sleep on the bed. Suddenly my eyes got stuck on those beautiful boobs with were struggling in her dress. My mind is not in control. I made my mind and started touching her boobs. Suddenly I came to my senses.I moved to my room, jerked and slept off nude. The next day morning she came to wake me up. She shouted at me by seeing me nude and went back. Since then things got changed. She started asking me questions like how many times I. I felt excited, invigorated, a sexy wanton woman most of the day. I would get home from work and they would have done most of the food preparation for the evening meal. A glass of white wine would be waiting for me as I walked through the door; closely followed by a peck on both cheeks. My life was looking up.Their tantrums had all but faded into the background and we had decent conversations consisting of a lot more than grunts and groans.Early evenings were interesting. The most interesting. Michael felt her tighten up around her as she moaned out an orgasm, and with one final thrust, buried himself inside of her as ropes of cum shot out of his cock. He sat there for a minute catching his breath before he pulled out of her, and laughed silently to himself as he saw how open her pussy looked, cum leaking from it.He stood, dressing as Desiree was panting on the bed.“That was wonderful, baby.” She said. “A little rough, but I came so hard, Alex.”Michael took a minute to look over his.