âEphraimâŠâ She watched him, her grip on her legs tightening with anticipation. âDonât waste time here, just fuck me.â Her own tone had lowered as well, after having her parents here her own mood had shifted. She wanted him, but she didnât feel like humoring him at the moment when they both were feeling pent up to some degree.
It was an oddity, normally she was happy to plead, but today was just different. Her gaze softened momentarily, she raised a hand up and gently caressed her loverâs face. âI love you, please.â
âOh?â Ephraim was a bit surprised, something that didnât happen often when the two took to their bedroom to do something like this. Usually, she played perfectly right along with the submissive act and did exactly as he said, but she simply couldnât seem to stand holding off any longer and keeping the foreplay going. âYou must really be needy if youâre telling me to do that without even begging to have me fuck you into being a mess, Cherche. ButâŠI suppose I can humor youâŠonly because Iâm almost as needyâŠâ
Ephraim took a hold of the wyvern riderâs hips and slammed his hips against her roughly, burying his long, thick cock inside of her utterly soaked depths, still maintaining the mating press. He didnât even take his time building up. Clearly, his wife lacked the patience for that, and, he did as well, to an extent. His hips smacked loudly against Chercheâs as picked up the pace, rearing back to slam his shaft deep inside her repeatedly and in quick succession. âHaaahâŠhowâs that, ChercheâŠyou love my cockâŠutterly ruining you? F-FuckâŠâ Just because they were skipping the foreplay didnât mean they had to cut out the dirty talk.
Cherche wouldnât deny the fact that she was needy, in the past few days it had felt like theyâd had hardly any time to themselves- let alone the idea of her parents hearing them terrified her. Sure it was expected now- they were married, but it made her uncomfortable. So of course she was a bit pent up, though she was glad that he was willing to humor her like this.
âF-fuck! Of course I do!â She cried out, this feeling was so familiar, she couldnât deny just how much she enjoyed her husbandâs cock filling her, or just how rough he tended to be. The dirty talk was a well expected and fun part of it all, in the beginning Cherche had been surprised at just how much it turned her on. âYour- your cock feels so good- Ephraim- ah! Maybe even good enough to let you get me pregnant- what do you think?â