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“Fuck,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. She was still so tight, still so wet, still gripping me like a velvet fist. “This cunt… Christ, Sofia. It’s mine. Every inch of it. Every flutter. Every drop of cream. Mine.”

I fucked her hard and deep, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the wet sounds of her soaked pussy taking every thick inch filling the room. My balls smacked against her clit with every thrust. I watched my veined cock disappear inside her again and again, stretching her pretty pink lips wide, coated in her creamy arousal.

“You feel that, little wife?” I growled, fisting her hair and pulling...