I love you, Max.”
“I love you more,” he growled fiercely, caressing his wife’s back as prepared to carry her upstairs to the bedroom. “Mmm. He was getting closer. He leaned between her legs. He slowly drew his mouth off of her breast and fisted one hand in her messy, gleaming mass of hair as he forced her head up and brought his face inches from hers. Max growled his release, cum spewing deep in his wife’s snatch as her arms tightened around his neck, her face burrowed against his shoulder. He brought it over to her so that she could lick it clean. “Did I fuck you good, bitch?” he growled. Where are they? It took a few heartbeats for Sofia to process what was happening. He was getting closer. “Then tell me, bitch. You like being raped, don’t you?”
Without thinking about what she was saying, Sofia just gave in. Then we’ll do this the HARD way.” He retrieved a riding crop with a harsh, resin-coated ribbing on the end.
