seduced by the therapist

A white dress is crumpled and draped over an armchair, a medium gray jacket on the back.

stairs, the suit pants next to the bed, panties, bra and underwear I just don't know where

they are. And I'm passed out wrapped in sheets and a warm body, sleeping the sleep of

righteous, of weary brides. Yesterday was my day. The day I've waited my whole life for and it was a million times better than

one day I could imagine. Starting with the groom who is not from this planet.

I feel a terrible heat and my head throbs. I think I overdid it yesterday at the little private party after the wedding. instinctively try

cover your face with one hand because of a beam of light that enters through the window and goes

right in my eyes. I can not move. Arms and legs cover my body

leaving immobilized. My husband. I can't believe I'm married to my therapist. It seems like just yesterday I was

running away from him, it seems like yesterday that I researched him on the internet. I move and with

satisfaction, I breathe smelling the morning, the smell of a new day. My frst day of

married. Sawyer moves too and snuggles me very nicely in his arms, climbs

a hand on the curve of my breast and whispers into the corner of my neck: — Good morning, wife. I turn to face him. - Good morning, husband. "Ready to disappear with me for a few days?" "I've never been so prepared." Choosing our honeymoon trip was a hotly contested one. I wanted to go to Venice, yeah

cute and romantic. A legend. Sawyer wanted another experience. He said no

I wanted something so cliché, I wanted to know the beauties of my native country. was super fascinated

with images of the Pantanal, the beaches of Fernando de Noronha, the Iguaçu Falls and the

Christ the Redeemer. Sawyer practically begged us to go enjoy the sun in a tropical country and even

he promised he'd pay me back later by taking me wherever I wanted to go. I thought it was fair

leave my trip to Venice in sacrifce of his desire. As soon as I accepted, he started

to make a travel route throughout Brazil. Then he made reservations at the best hotels in

each city. We decided that we would stay longer in Rio, then we would go to the rest of the places. Minas Gerais, where my family members live, would be last. I know that Brazil has its

problems like any other country, and I hoped Sawyer would come back more fascinated than ever.

that already is. I get up bringing the sheet with me, wrapped around my body. Sawyer gets up too and runs after me into the bathroom. First thing in the morning and he's got vigor

to run. He rips off the sheet covering me and lifts me off the ground. I give a shout

euphoria and quickly, I wrap my legs around his waist and we enter the box for a shower.

In fact, we didn't even shower. We kissed for a long time with the water

warm falling on our bodies. “It's nearly eleven o'clock. We need to go to Candice's house. - I murmur between the kiss. "Are you bored here with me, honey?" “Never. To prove my constant fame ignited by him, I hold his bearded face tight and kiss,

delighting in all the ecstasy that I am allowed. I see the spark in Sawyer's eyes and it sends me into a state of fullness. I want this fre to last our whole life together, I know it's possible, I know that love remains,

because I have my parents who have been married for thirty years and still keep their passion burning.

There are also Candice's and Leo's parents, who are living proof that if people

They can make a marriage last if they want. Sawyer let me down, sliding down his body until I was able to touch the ground. even in the

foor, I'm trapped between the wall and my husband's strong body. It just doesn't fascinate me

more than the agile fngers that are already in a desperate massage in the middle of the

my legs. In fact, he actually stuck two fngers inside me, stirring.

slowly, teasing me deliciously, while his lips suck on mine. It's delirious, it's wonderful. It's sublime to have Sawyer drive me crazy with his fngers and lips.

And I believed in life, thinking that he would make me come like this: with a breathtaking kiss

and rhythmic fngers flling me. But it wasn't like that. Unexpectedly, he bent down and replaced his fngers with his lips. that was from

pull your hair out it's so delicious. Her mouth greedily grabbed my vagina leaving me

stuck, a moan stuck in her throat. My fngers hold tight in the black hair,

the other hand on the tattooed shoulder and I don't even notice time and space anymore, my head is

thrown back in a steady gasp. Sometimes, in moments like this, a question hammers through my mind and none of the

Mariannes is able to respond. They even scold me for asking questions

while my man is sucking me kinky. But here goes: What would become of me if I hadn't met Sawyer? How would I be today? With Ryan still, certainly. Being neglected and never really knowing the

pleasures that a human body hides. Soon I, who was classifed as in a

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would be married to a famous sex-god hottie, living in a penthouse and

acquired a fancy name along with an alliance of Tyffany & co. ¹Taxonomy: It is the academic discipline that defnes the groups of biological organisms, with

based on common characteristics and names these groups. My Mariannes roll around with their champagne bottles, celebrating my victory

in life. Sawyer is persistent and obsessed, he makes me come with his lips and my thoughts help

also. Shivering naked and wet, rippling from the orgasm and having his mouth still