" He grinned and his hands slithered their way onto my buns. "So your butt is in fact aware that I'm feeling it at this very second?" I nodded. "Oh, y...u are caressing it too? Damn, you can't stop kissing me and you wanna massage my bare butt too? Do you have a thing for me or something?" I wondered, as I felt his cock rub onto my stomach. "Well, as you said, you are my wife, and not to ruin the moment with a dirty thought, but I do have a hard thing for you." "Don't worry, I married you for. The cars moved along the roughly paved track, a welcome break from the sandy roads of the dessert, and pulled into an open garage. The whole estate looked very sparse and makeshift, with weathered buildings scattered within the inner walls. Even at this early hour, women hurried around fetching and carrying. They didnt wear a uniform but were all dressed similarly with long skirts and loose tops, and head covered by scarves, mostly in beige or grey. The whole vibe was of a religious sect and. Putting my small feet on his hipbones, I catch the glint in his eyes- his secret kink is feet. Specifically my size four feet with pedicured red nails and a delicate silver ankle bracelet he bought me back from his travels in Thailand. Ethan rubs his cockhead on my clit before entering me again with just his head inside me. He wets his fingers and slides one into my rosebud with a gentle touch. I gasp and moan as I watch more of his manhood slide into me until he fills me to the brim. He. Then he got to thinking about her words as they parted for the day - something about making sure he didn't have any more nights like last night. What did she mean by that? Was she going to stroke him off every night before bed? Surely she wasn't going to be ready to make him shoot a load every time he got a boner! She wouldn't get anything else done! He didn't think the day would ever end. And when he finally finished up his evening job, he wasn't sure how he felt about going home. Would it be.