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The weight of her husband's body on hers, his rhythm steady and deep, brings a familiar warmth to her core. Her fingers dig into his back, nails raking against his skin as she nears her peak. "Don't cum in me," she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper, "Husband will be mad..." He tenses, his release imminent, but he heeds her words, pulling out at the last second. His hot seed spills onto her stomach, a stark contrast against her tanned skin, as they both struggle to catch their breath, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath.