She leaned back again, another show of tits.

She liked it when I took her from behind and held her breasts while I plowed in deep inside her. She is a screamer, I talker, always giving me feedback on what she needed.

I looked down, the head poking out of the opening, I pushed it back in. Good timing.

She was back out of her reverie. A steely eyed look into my eyes as she draped her arms around her neck.

'Brad, I want you, need you, to fuck me one more time before we divorce. Once you file, it must be hands off.'

With one hand, she unbuttoned her...