Once I had him deep inside, I began a slow rotation of my hips. I grimaced at the pale white wall. I put my hands on it to help push back into him, get his dick to fill up my body until there was nothing left of me inside. I gasped, choked, and placed my hand on my chest. I glanced up at him and replied, “I am married. My husband, on a good day is a dog!” “You can never have good sex from a drunk.” “No, it depends on the person.” “I agree but sometimes good sex is hard to come by! That is not easy, you know.” He began to rub my shoulder gently. He added, “Sweetie, not every problem is spiritual. You cannot solve physical problems with spiritual solutions.” Before I could blink, his hand travelled slowly down my chest. He was within the reach of my bra. He made a push that left me vulnerable. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it gently. I turned my head away from him. I thought, I do not have to do this. I can stop right now. I can straighten up and w...
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