Suami, obsesi rahasiaku

It started with me on my knees. I wanted to feel him — in my mouth, in my control. And when I looked up at him, he was already lost in it. Then he pulled me close, kissed me like he owned me, and laid me back. His mouth explored every inch of me, slowly, then deeper — until I was shaking beneath his tongue. We didn't rush. The music played softly in the background — something slow, something sensual. But when he finally entered me, I reached over and paused it. I wanted him to hear how wet I was. How badly I needed him. He flipped me over, took my hips in his hands, and gave it to me deep — rough but steady. I lost myself in every thrust, every sound, every filthy moment. It was more than just sex. It was everything I craved — and everything he'd been holding back.