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ering myself to my husband as he had his way with me. When a husband and wife mak

he time when we started having sex, and I only had a few more seconds before he would finish. I went to stretch one of my arms because it was begin

ying to concentrate on my body. Maybe if I focused enough on how my nipples brushed against the sheets with every sway of my heavy breasts, I'd be turned on. Or perhaps the feel of m

grip and thrusts, trying to wiggle away. Stupid mistake, seeing as he gripped me harder, to which I had no choice but to take it. My ass jiggled beneath him as he continued his lovemaking. "I'm gonna-" His hips stuttered, and I felt him pour himself insid

back. I murmured intangible words as I continued to breathe slowly. I'm quite ashamed of myself to say that I lead my husband on occasionally. I often fake having had an orgasm I haven't felt in what feel

him. I watch his dark forearm reach between us to grab his cock. He strokes it a few times before taking a few dips in my pussy full of his cum. I g

iew of his dick. Covered in both of our juices, the tip of his cock glistens in the moonlight. As he lazily strokes himself in one hand, he uses the other to grab my hair full of short, black locs. His grip isn't bruis

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late. I kept getting tired of reminding him to have his clothes ready the night before, but he never listens. After seeing him get in the car and dr

nts at noon, which sometimes could reach into the night. However, I always made sure to arrive home before my husband did. Putting plates in the dishwasher, I wondere

portraits of us two hanging on the wall. A few of them were our wedding photos, collages of us, and my favourite photo of me shov

and one photo of me attaining my counselling licence We were both so proud of each other. Although our jobs didn't pay as much as we hoped, we love what we do. After graduating college, we saved up enou

re, full of cobwebs and drywall that was left unfinished. I decided to pay it no mind as I walked straight ahead towards another door. This door split the basement in half, which I liked. When we originally bought the home, we planned for one si

ulate in the room. I didn't want to die from inhaling too many chemicals in the small room. I had a few paintings that I had already done sitting on the floor in the far corner of the room. There was an easel on

o bother with an apron this time. Taking a blank canvas I had lying around, I placed it on the easel. I then collected the mat

whatever I felt. Whether I felt happy, sad, angry, or downr

waking up each day Why do I feel so down when I eat, sleep, and breathe? Why am I not happy when I should be? What did I do wro

f me to see if I got the paint off. Realising that I hadn't wiped any paint and that I had wiped my tears instead. Breathing heavily, I