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I was damn good at what I did, and the man in front of me finished first. Groaning out his climax, he pushed me away and held his still-hard penis in both hands.

My husband was more patient.

Clutching me against his chest, he controlled his strokes, waiting for me, and moments later we exploded together: me crying out loud with tears in my eyes, him whispering his perpetual promise into my ear. "This the last time, baby. I swear. This the last time."

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