Without even thinking i hug her tightly. She kept moaning “why so close” “i need to do work” “please stay away” “don`t touch there” an... kept moaning till i go to work.She was a busy home maker and shy women. She always gave me smile to endeavor her. She is hesitated to make presence at my room. I always welcome her with naughty smile and try to hold her.Even at busy time at home i used to talk and hug her from behind. She was in mood when i do that. She was against incest and pretends to avoid. The feeling was rough, but satisfying. He had a brief, panicky moment, a feeling as if he were somehow being hurt instead of her, but it passed. The thickness of her thighs and ass were inviting company for his thrusting hips. He was only halfway in (anything more than that didn't seem possible, although she asked for more) but the traction was so hard that the smallest movement resulted in shivers. He throbbed all the way through her.He felt the wedding ring on his hand. It wasn't there, but. Same stories for her thighs. Nevertheless, she likes taking selfies, whenever she is turned on ... Which is almost always. Only not in nights, as she takes two pills before going to bed to kill her deep depression. The medication also kills her sexual apetite for the night.Alessandra finds chat-boxes at her phone. It is hard to find a girl to her heart, but many men are curious for her. Even more for her sexy selfies, which she starts to share. Some of them are now everywhere, not only at our. Please don't read this if you'reunderage for your particular corner of the world.This is my first attempt at writing since high school, so please begentle :-) I'd actually appreciate any and all feedback, good orbrutal. I can't improve if y'all don't tell me what I'm doing wrong.Call me an aspiring writer of this [email protected] nice wife to dominant bitchBy LipstickMy wife used to be so vanilla. Used to be. I had spent years trying tosubtly (okay, sometimes not so.