I pulled it out and opened it. It was Hawaiian. I fucking hate pineapple. She came into the kitchen while I was opening it up and I shook my head at i... before closing the box and stuffing it back in the fridge irritably. We’d been together forever and she knew I hated pineapple. I took it as symbolic of the state of our marriage. The motto on our marriage should read ‘quisque pro se’ in Latin. ‘Every man for himself’ was an appropriate sentiment.“Not in the mood for pizza?” she asked.“Barb,. “What’s your name?” “Andrew” “If your girlfriend could see you now” “We split up a couple of months ago” and with that information and the fact I was feeling incredibly horny I smiled.I walked towards him and reached out my right hand and gently cupped his bulge as my left arm flowed across his shoulders, pulling him closer to me I kissed him. It didn’t take him long to read the situation and his tongue was probing my mouth as his bulge started to grow in my hand. His mate, who I found out. Danyel found herself screaming again in pain when he skipped adding a third finger and jammed four fingers into her juicy worn out snatch. Even with the added agony of having her pussy savagely stretched with four fingers it was getting harder and harder not to orgasm. His movements were getting more and more frantic, and he was growling and snorting like a demon. His hand moved from her shoulder and tore one of her hands from her tit, claiming it for himself. He was not gentle, and within no. She is unaware that I have changes in mind.My wife is tied to the bed, blindfolded. I have put headphones on her and am playing music just loudly enough to white-out the background noise. She's dressed in black-fishnet stockings and high-heeled shoes. Nothing else, and I've been teasing her by eating her and feeding her my meat, and playing with nipple clamps (she loves having her nipples pinched hard). She also loves these nights together, where I take total, sexual and sensual control.But.