"You smell like strawberries," he said smelling her long hair.She smiled. "Remember what you used to call me?" She asked."Short cake," he said."I alwa...s made sure I smelled like strawberries," she said softly into his ear, "just so you would call me that." She brought her lips to his.Allen's moan was parts anguish and rapture when Trish's soft tongue slipped into his mouth and made contact with his own. He tried to reach for her, forgetting for a second that his hands were bound. She kissed him. She grabs his hair and, almost distantly, watches herself dunk his head under the water. He struggles, but she is stronger. Yes. Stronger. She is not as weak as he thinks she is. Michael. Michael. Darling, darling Michael who wooed and praised and laughed at her all along…silly, foolish, weak woman. No. She was strong. He didn’t know it, but she was strong now, and he would know it soon enough. His hands were clawing at her, tiny, curled fists, fingers digging into her arms. She does not feel. Brandon watched as Jamal slowly pulled out of his wife's pussy, the shaft of his huge cock glistening with her juices, and her pussy clinging to it as the veiny member was pulled out. Brandon looked up at his wife, who had her eyes closed and taking shallow breaths.Jamal pulled back until he was almost out of her, then moving his hands to her hips, he steadily pushed back into her tight recess. He started a slow and steady rhythm, pulling out until he was almost out, then sinking back into. We hold each other close and just explore each other with our eyes, mouths and hands. I rub your lower back and butt as your hands touch and stroke the back of my head and shoulders.As we finally break our kiss you looking longingly into my eyes and tell me that you love me. I tell you that you are the love of my life and that each moment with you is like the frame of a movie that I would like to stop and just live in that moment forever. We kiss again and hold each other as if there is no.