She leaned forward, pressing, but her expression remained rather cold and lacked any real resentment. “You know, I’m so tired of guys like you. ...ind you, you have your uses, as far as this kind of thing goes. But you think you’re such predators, and that inflates your little egos even more than they already are. You think you can just do what any women what you did with the last, but you probably can’t even please a woman properly.” Her voice was firm and masculine but undoubtedly. But, in the end, it would only help you. Asyou know, in this country, women are considered superior, and such achange would only enhance your status here. So I won't do that foryou. However, you wanted to marry me, Anthony. You insisted on makingme your wife, and you are my husband. And so this marriage willremain. You are my husband." Natalia's smile was like ice."And you know what that means here, don't you, my husband," Nataliaasked.He nodded. Anthony knew and it did not mean what it. She had a tight ass, and it was perfectly round. My nails dug into the flesh and she moaned as we went back to kissing.After a while, she pulled away. “Let’s shower.”My breathing was deep and my body was aching for her. “Sure, great idea.”As we got naked in the bathroom, I noted that her boobs were larger than I had thought. She had a tuft of black hair above her clit.“You have a cute pussy,” she said.I giggled. “How do you mean?”“Look, it looks like a small girl’s, I can hardly see your. You trace your tongue down past my ear and down my neck nibbling the curve between my neck and shoulder, one hand winds round my waist and up to cup my breasts as you tell me to look straight ahead at the men gathering and watching, My breathing comes in short fast pants as warm juices pool between my thighs. Your hands squeezing, pinching and tugging on my nipples. My head leans back on your shoulder, a grin on your face as it becomes clear the men watching are starting to get excited too to.