The Slow Burn"I want you to fuck my ass, Marcus," my wife said. "I want you to fill me up."
I was a little shocked she said that, but I wasn't going to deny her. It had been weeks since we'd last been together. She worked so hard during the day I hardly saw her.She would come home, make dinner, and then go back to the office. I would sometimes see her on the weekends, but she would always go back to the office on Monday through Friday. "What about your job?" I asked her one day. "Don't you need to go to the office every day?""I do, but I can do it from home.I have a very good computer and a good phone. I can do everything there. Plus, I don't have to deal with clients. It's much better this way." I thought it was better this way too. My wife was stunningly beautiful. She had a petite build and the most sensuous curves I had ever seen. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped.
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