Serving My Sick Husband
I knew that I was about to reach my climax from his fingers, and I couldn't wait for my release to rise up and claim me. My insides felt so hot as my body and hip moved around on top of his. After a few more intense and fast thrusts against my g-spot, I threw my head back and cried out his name at the top of my lungs as I felt myself losing myself to my overwhelming climax. I orgasmed spectacularly as my mind suddenly felt blank.
“That was so beautiful, Dahlia. You're so sexy…” he whispered to me as I struggled to deal with the aftereffects of my intense climax.
I felt his fingers slowly gliding out of my quivering wet hole as my body felt like it had lost all of its strength. I laid down on top of him and panted as I struggled to catch my breath.
“You made me so hard. You're going to take responsibility for this, right?” he asked as he guided my hand and pressed it against the hard evidence of his arousal.