Sex for us when she was skinnier was amazing, my dick size was never much of an issue, and we fucked like rabbits, up till our first c***d and she gai...ed all the weight. Once she gained the weight my dick size started to cause problems, with me being a bigger guy, and her no a bigger girl, sex was pretty much doggy style or on her side, either way my dick just could not get deep anymore and hit the spots, I used to hit. Our sex life declined dramatically at this point, she was not enjoying it,. Rolling over under the familiar duvet, my forearm draped over my eyes and shielded me from the world that seemed so harsh. My head throbbed so painfully I almost feared my skull might pop like an over-stretched novelty balloon. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and winced, whining as the burning light of day seared into my brain. Through a determination that surprised me, I managed to open my eyes, stretch out my arms and – despite the groan and sigh that escaped me – I flung my legs over the side. “Paul is who I belong to, not you.” He smacked my insolent bottom and I yelped at the sharpness of the pain. “I’ll make you, all right,” he growled. “You will scream my name and beg to belong to me. You’ll be mine. Mine until I condescend to send you back to him dripping with come. Never again will you belong to him alone.” I groaned, and he pinned me against the wall, gripped my panties, and gave a sudden wrench, ripping the sheer fabric with one mighty yank. His chest was hard to mine and his. The way she needed to orgasm. Much of this Enzo had heard in her stories in the past. Perhaps he had understood her better than she thought. Perhaps she had not said it all so bluntly and clearly, but he had understood so much, and now he knew he could help. She was ready to trust him and let him in, physically and mentally. Esme was ready to make her own decisions now. "Can you feel me wet, Enzo? Can you feel me soaking into your nice clean pants? I'm so nasty, I know that. I am a dirty little.