With each thrust Gabby cries out and moans, her sounds driving John into even greater ardor. John feels his orgasm building, his balls pulled up and t...ght, feels Gabby’s nails clawing at his back, feels her thighs clenched, her legs wrapped around his back holding him against her, feels her pussy contracting against his cock, he smells her body and her perfume, feels her lips and tongue as they kiss. With each thrust against her body John feels Gabby shake and a sound of animal pleasure heaves. What about those other pictures? I asked, not knowing what to say, trying to stall her. Those were for yourself, she replied. But these are for me. I sighed. Yes, Maam, I said finally, resigned. Good, she replied. The email is [email protected] I held the phone out in front of me, turning on the selfie camera and clicked. I made sure only my chest, covered by the sweater, and my naked legs were visible. Then I sent it off. Mmmh, she said a few moments later. Now, to prove that its really you, I. "Did you just jizz all over my fucking back?" "You were grinding on me! I couldn't help it." She fired off a rapid string of frustrated Portuguese, so fast that he couldn't even tell when one word ended and the next started. She turned around, tugging her swimsuit back on. "I am going to my room to wash my fucking back and get some condoms." She pointed angrily at the bed, "You will be here, with a hard dick, when I get back. Or I will shove my foot up your ass." Mark held up both hands. Why did she felt like she deserved more of this?The husband raised a curious brow at her and smirks as he gets an interesting idea. He tells her to get up and look down at the floor. She obediently does so as he leaves her and comes back with some rope. Her eyes widened as he tore her dress up and left her completely naked. He spanks and slaps her a few times when she tries to cover herself and she finally learned to show her impeccable body to him. “I am your husband, dear. Your body belongs.