Unseen Hunger: Husband Claims Wife's Craving
The scent of her husband's cologne lingers on her skin as she settles into their bed, her body aching with unfulfilled desire. She replays the day's events in her mind, his heated whispers, the accidental brushes of his hand against her ass. She can't ignore the pulsing need between her legs any longer. She spreads them, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She imagines her husband's mouth on her, his tongue exploring her folds, his beard scraping against her thighs. She hears the door creak open, sees his silhouette in the doorway. He watches her, his gaze hungry, his cock hard. "You naughty wife," he growls, climbing onto the bed, pushing her fingers aside, replacing them with his mouth. She cries out, her hips bucking as he feasts on her, his fingers filling her, his thumb pressing against her ass. She comes undone, her body convulsing, ready for whatever way he chooses to take her.