" You should have told me," Ari said before kissing Christi on the cheek. "You wouldn't have had to suffer so long."The Duchess let out a sharp, sensu...l growl that sounded almost like a bark. "I know, but it was almost worth letting that build up." Then, she gasped and snapped a hand to her stomach. "I don't think somebody is quite as happy about all the shaking and fluttering that's going on in there, though." He's kicking?" Like a mule. Here, feel."Ari let Christi guide her hand, and a few. The old fisherman brought in the main and pinched into the wind, and his skiff groaned as it bit into the wind and slammed into another wave. The man behind the yacht’s wheel turned and shook his fist at the advancing storm, and even then- with the distance between the two boats now less than a hundred meters – the old fisherman heard the man and the woman laughing and screaming like they were on a thrill ride in Damascus or Beirut. He shook his head at their audacity, and wondered what manner. He played it well, and it charged me up again. He broke the kiss and asked me if he can use a word if I permit. I said that he doesn’t need to ask. I, anyway, knew I am humiliated and ravaged by his deeds. What more can his words do? Well, I was wrong. He said, “You are my bitch.” I was taken aback.I wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone for uttering such a word at me. This is the next level of humiliation for me. However, I found it hot too. The word got back the fire in me. I charged up, was able. "Oh Stephie, please, make me cum," he moaned. I sucked him off hard until he came all down my throat. "STEPHANIE!" He yelled as he orgasmed. The cum was delicious, trickling down my throat. I pulled myself up and curled up on his lap as he held me. He planted small kisses on my forehead and throat, murmuring how hot our fuck was. "Wow baby I've never come like the way you made me. You're so good, so sexy," He murmured, he started softly rubbing my clit. "I wanna throw you on that bed and fuck.