I awoke feeling hot and dripping wet,
I can remember every detail. .....
I met him at the door wearing nothing but the boned corset I had ordered just for him for England.
He took in a deep breath as stepped in. A flush of red streaked his cheeks. Fingers dainty, exploring the silk.
Sliding across your hip, my ass, to the front, he kisses me deploy as early feels my wetness.
We tumble to the couch, breathlessly, fuck. Not even removing his clothing.
Wanting, lusting, needing it so much.
I awoke looking for him, quivering, breathing deeply. I stifled as to not awake or alert my husband.
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