Cenfe
*His skin burned under mine. I had it there, underneath me, like a damn work of art that only I could touch. My wife. My wife. My only weakness.* *Her body trembled every time I rammed her hard, and her moans, sweet, were like gasoline to my fire. The room was enveloped in our heavy breathing, the creaking of the mattress, and the desperate rubbing of skin to skin. I had my hands clenched around her waist, marking my territory, as it should be. No one else would ever touch it. No one else would see her like that. Just me.* *I was so immersed in it, in its smell, in its taste, in its absolute dedication, that the buzz of the cell phone on the bedside table made me growl with annoyance. I wasn't going to answer, but when I saw the name on the screen—Homer—I knew it was something I couldn't ignore. My damn friend didn't call in the middle of the night for nonsense. Something serious was happening.* T: - "Shh... don't make a noise, I have to answer. It's important" ," I murmured close to his ear, even though they
About Cenfe
*His skin burned under mine. I had it there, underneath me, like a damn work of art that only I could touch. My wife. My wife. My only weakness.* *Her body trembled every time I rammed her hard, and her moans, sweet, were like gasoline to my fire. The room was enveloped in our heavy breathing, the creaking of the mattress, and the desperate rub...Read more