Free Blogger: 8TH STREET LATINAS - 8THSTREETLATINAS felt good! And she wasn't doing anything wrong. A wave came through her and she shuddered briefly, raised her eyes skyward and exhaled with a rush. When she looked toward the street, David was gone.
Her husband William was not only a good provider, he was still active sexually. There would be a little foreplay, maybe a kiss, caressing her breasts for a few minutes then he would enter her and do his business. It was more than his way. It was tradition. A ceremony.
But what William didn't know ¡V and what she would never tell him -- is that she longed to have him rip off her flannel nightdress, bite her nipples until they were red and ravish her unmercifully. She wanted him to smack her ample bottom with a heavy hand until she would bite her lip.
Mariel wanted him to take her from behind and to whisper darkly obscene things to her while pummeling her body with his manhood. That's what she wanted. That's what, secretly and increasingly, she longed for.
Of course, she could never tell William. And this was her shame.
But David. He could take her there and never even know he was doing it. That's what was happening now.
In the last week, she would rub herself while he stretched his naked torso against the oak tree outside until she would come to a gentle climax in a way she hadn't come in years.