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"She bites her lower lip as she tilts her head back, preventing a low gasp as she feels his lips and tongue on her neck, his hands on her hips. And when she felt him rub and press against her, she felt a warmth run through her belly to her stomach and further down between her legs." "My king... I can't, I'm not ready yet." "She stuttered a lot in her words as she struggled in his arms and managed to turn her back on him, but not get too far from his warmth. A bad idea when she tried to escape and ended up pressing her back to her husband's chest. And especially his cock between her buttocks, making her tremble."

"She lost her breath again when he spoke in her ear and his hands ran along her sides, from her hips to her breasts, but without touching them, barely touching the sides and she wanted them on they. And she pressed herself against his back, clinging to her husband's wrists as she shuddered. She threw her head back on the king's shoulder as she stood on tiptoe each time he teasingly caressed her hips and the sides of her chest." "My king please." "She shuddered and squeezed her husband's wrists, squeezing her thighs every time he touched her hips, shaking her when he touched her near her chest, wrapped in a torture that only made her wet."

"She shivered in his hands, gasping desperately, but not knowing which of the options he gave her, although she knew it was just his way of teasing, she could still start crying of despair." "Touch me, my king, my love, please touch me." * She raised his face, tilting it, searching for her mischievous lips that kept touching his ear when she spoke. She easily succumbed to his touches and temptations, feeling the heat between her legs and in her breasts that needed attention and only her husband's large hands could relieve.*

"She let out a satisfied gasp as he squeezed her breasts, His big hands embarrassing her for her little ones. She had to cling to the man's neck while he played with her breasts, She arched her back slightly, her back still against her husband's chest, but as those little games grew longer she began to want more." "My king, please touch me...touch me down too." "She murmured between whispers and sighs, wanting one of his hands in the center of her heat."

"She nodded quickly when she felt the hand slide down her stomach until it covered her sex, the dress was supposed to be thin, thin and almost transparent, all to awaken the lust of her husband, she as the good wife that she was. But now this dress that seemed too thin before felt like a hindrance between her husband's hand and her warmth." "My king I can't stand it anymore, don't make fun of me I beg you." "She trembled, clawing at the skin of her husband's neck where he had his grip, her feet on tiptoe as she writhed in pleasure and impatience."

"She let out gasps mixed with sighs and lost her sense of hearing, the sound of her heart was pounding in her ears, her face felt red. While he played with the humidity of her folds with his long, thick fingers, caresses without penetration that were making her lose strength between her legs." "My king, I can't take it anymore, I think, I think- Ah!" "She was not able to finish her sentence when she felt the palm of his calloused hand caressing her clitoris and then he exploded, bathing her fingers with his sprays of passion."

"She felt her legs fail, trembling and flaccid, as if it were difficult for me to stay standing. But she remained by pure miracle, or instead it was for to be able to continue kissing him. She squirmed again as the man's hand on her sex was still there, his heat on her." "My king, please touch me more." "She finally got rid of him and leaned down, on all fours, on the table in her room."

"She felt a heat run through her from her lubricated entrance, where her husband began to rub the tip of his penis. She felt her heart pumping hard and her face red." "No...not really, but my king...please, I need more." "She stuttered her response, the image of her husband's penis filling her mind as she tried to contain her tremors of anticipation and fear at being penetrated."

"She let out a long gasp as he began to thrust, forcing his way into her tight walls with nerves, She had lubricated herself quite a bit, Even so, her husband's centimeter-by-centimeter intrusion into her was as if he were piercing her and fisting her and that took the wind out of her." "Oh God, too much, it's too much...." "She squealed and spread like a newborn fawn, barely keeping her hip up." "How much? How much longer?" "She gasped as she tried to relax to allow him to enter without problems and discomfort for both of them."

"She let out broken sighs, gasps and moans as she felt him sink even further, she could even feel his thickness pushing through until she felt like she was going to vomit from the pressure." "No more, I can't, I don't think I can take any more." "She clung to the sheets and tried to escape by crawling forward, only to have the wide, thick penis rub all the way back out and rob her of the strength to move. She was about to start crying and begging for him to get it out, but her breath caught in her throat."

"She bit the pillow to calm herself, too absorbed in the sensation to consider her husband's words of relief, barely letting out sounds as he slowly thrust into her. And they stayed like that for a time that seemed eternal, him entering and leaving her internal walls that seemed to make it difficult for her to intrude. Even so, he continued pushing and little by little the initial discomfort and pain faded little by little." "My king, please wait." "She then bent her waist and let out a gasp when he was finally able to reach the bottom." "I feel it in me... why are you so big?" "She curled her fingers and tried to breathe normally as she felt completely full and stretched."

"She could barely make any sound other than the strangled sound in her throat, as if she were choking as she felt him move in and out of her, although they were slow movements, The sensation of being filled completely left her blank, the hard and forceful blow to the bottom made her cry with pleasure and discomfort, but perhaps it was her husband's words that made her chill out. Relax enough so that he ends up riding her from behind at a tortuous pace."

"She was no longer even able to keep her mouth closed and prevent her saliva from staining the pillow, all while he whispered in her ear and continued moving on top of her, knowing very well how He buried himself and suffocated her with his weight as he penetrated her and then made her scream. Because that's what she did, she gave her husband the satisfaction of screaming between moans while she came all over her husband's monstrous penis."

"She could only gasp and moan as he continued pounding, faster and harder, making her scream even more. The heat on her back, the man's breath on her ear. She really liked his voice, and now that she was wrapped in that deep tone of pleasure it was driving her crazy." "She no longer knew if she was crying or moaning as she came undone under him."

"She wanted to please him she really wanted to, but as he crushed her from all sides, even with his penis completely crushing her insides she lost the ability to speak. To even think. She could only break into a moan as she came when he buried himself to the hilt and she felt a sweet pressure, it hurt, but at the same time she loved it. She squeezed the penis inside her, her inner walls abused by the huge penis tirelessly, she lost focus of her vision as she moaned brokenly." "My king, Hangul." "She thought she was murmuring between trembling whispers, but she only made choking sounds again as the climax warmed her skin and senses."

"She felt her doom when she hadn't even come down from her cloud of ecstasy when he continued pounding, faster, longer and harder. The sound of hips colliding, skin against skin, Heavy breathing and the smell of sex filled the room and her senses until it was blank. It was as if they were in heat, or maybe he was because he wasn't leaving her any respite, and this was overwhelming her, in the most delicious way." "More... My king... Yes! Like that! I like it! Oh, God, Hangul, hard, a lot, that's a lot." "She began to speak without thinking, letting out what she felt in vulgar gasps, screams as if she were just any whore, as if he were not rearranging her insides."

"She shivered and curled up, her legs tensed, her fingers curling as well as she clawed at the sheets and arched her back slightly as he held her hips in the air, She could feel her husband's fingers on her hips, holding her tightly to keep her in place and continue pounding her hard and savagely." "Yes, I am yours, all yours. My king, my love." "She screamed in pleasure and agony when he began to get harder, her inner walls stinging where he passed with his penis, relieved and tormented in equal parts. She screamed, cried and moaned as much as her throat would allow and then some, her voice now a miserable hoarse murmur."

"She was left breathless and boneless, simply staring at a fixed spot on the wall as he continued to use her for his own release now, she was already undone, the only thing she could do was to tighten its internal walls. Her giving little tremors as he pounded mercilessly, all of her shaking as she listened to him growl and declare her his over and over again as he pounded into her hard."

"She began to wish that he would cum once and for all to have a break, he was too big and thick and mercilessly squeezed her pleasure points to the point of making her cry from the overstimulation. Pleasure turned to pain and then back again only to repeat the process." "Hangul..." "She didn't dare order him to cum, but when he hit that sweet spot inside her again she squirmed and tried to crawl forward to escape."

"She whimpered, but although she wanted to beg and plead, the voice did not come out of her throat, and she continued crawling forward, wanting to flee, but he prevented her every advance with ease while she whimpered for mercy."

"She still continued to fight, although each attempt was useless, screaming and crying with each hard attack she received with each frustrated attempt to flee." "Piety please..." "She sniffled and crawled forward again and even dared to reach out a hand to take the wrist of her husband's hand and try to make him remove his hand from her hip. All because of the feeling that she was being overwhelmed by sensations, a serious mistake that she realized late."

"And with those harsh words she stopped moving and fighting, becoming one with him until her entire body felt numb from the continuous position for who knows how long. The only thing she knew now was that her husband had a terrifying resistance, a voracious and terrifying sexual hunger, and above all the most important discovery is that the more excited he becomes, the bigger he becomes, not very good news for his insides. She lost track of time, she could only hear her own broken sounds, the pounding of the bed, of them having sex, his heat and smell now on her with more intensity."