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The smell of fresh brewed tea was present as she sat on a sofa, book in her hand, her ears twitched from time to time in order to hear her husband's footsteps.
It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, the weather was neither too hot nor too cold.
It was just perfect.
She smiled as her gaze lingered on the cup of tea she had previously prepared.
Tea had always been a favorite of hers, the soothing liquid being a delight for her.
But the taste of tea would not be complete without a slice of a fresh apple pie.
It was a shame that Ghira would not be able to join her, as the Chieftain had been summoned by his council, he had been gone for almost the whole morning and would not be back anytime soon.
It was a shame, but that's how politics were.
She did not have a say in this matter, nor did she wish to have one.
Though, in a way, her husband's absence would prove beneficial for her.
She could finally get a small amount of time to rest, after all, Ghira had not been the only one working hard, she too had a role to play, one that would ensure that her husband would remain the Chieftain of the island.
Her gaze fell back on the book she was currently reading, the title catching her attention: 'A man with two souls'.
A book that was widely known and appreciated by the citizens of Menagerie, even by her daughter.
Yet, despite having read the said book a couple of times, Kali had yet to reach a conclusion as to whether the protagonist had been a monster or a hero.
It was a controversial book and even to this day, the debate between the two sides remained.
The story was not a complex one, though, the plot revolved around a simple conflict: a man with a divided mind. One was good and one was evil, one wanted peace, the other chaos.
One side would help others, the other would betray and deceive.
And while most of the books Kali had previously read would have the main character being a saint or a monster, this one was different.
He had no clear alignment.
The hero was also a villain, the villain was also a hero.
At the end, the question was not what was good or bad, but what was the main goal and how would the hero or villain achieve it.
Kali closed her eyes.
Was the man truly a monster for sacrificing his own people or was he a hero for protecting the ones that mattered to him?
Her lips curved upward.
A man with two souls, a person with two identities.
If the man had been a monster for doing such a thing, then the same could be said about her.
Kali Belladonna was a loving mother and an affectionate wife, but she was also an adulterous,cheating housewife.
For her, being a good woman did not mean being a faithful one, not when she was involved at least.
She did not want to be the good girl her husband thought her to be, the one that was there to cook, clean, and be supportive, the perfect housewife.
She wanted to be the temptress, the minx, the one sin her lover would not be able to resist.
A person who would use her body to satisfy her carnal desire.
Kali was no angel, her sins were not just, and her actions were far from honorable, yet, she could not find it within herself to care.
She loved her husband, yet that was not enough, not when Ian was available, not when she had tasted the forbidden fruit.
She knew it, she could never get enough of him, never get enough of his cock, his body, his warmth.
It was the perfect mix, his personality and his body.
Her husband was a wonderful person and he cared about her deeply, but Ian had something more.
That primal attraction, that raw intensity that he showed when he fucked her.
When he took her, she did not feel like his equal, his partner, his lover, she felt like his possession, his toy, his slut, the sole purpose of her being was to serve him.
Kali could not help but wonder, what if her husband had been just a tad more dominating.
Would she have still fallen for him?
Would she have married him if she had not met Ian?
Would she had been a faithful wife?
She could not answer any of those questions, nor did she have the intention to.
After all, why should she think of a 'what if' situation?
What mattered was that her husband was not the one.
He was a sweet and kind man, the type that would rather spend an afternoon helping the local faunus instead of making love to his own wife.
Ghira had always been the type to prioritize others before him.
While at first, she had thought it was an endearing trait, she soon realized it was also a weakness.
Her husband could not even have enough time for her, much less a lover.
He was the type that would never dare cheat, the one that would rather sacrifice his happiness for his loved ones.
Ghira was loyal, a trait that could not be said about her.
Kali had found in Ian someone that was the complete opposite of her husband.
The young wolf faunus would rather put her pleasure over his, his hands would touch and grab her in all the right places, his teeth would nip at her skin.
His rough and callous hands would grip her hips, her thighs, her breasts, his thick cock would reach the deepest part of her.
His thrust would be savage and merciless, her mind would go blank as her whole body would be rocked by the waves of pleasure.
The only thing she could do would be to scream his name and beg for him not to stop.
Her pussy would gush out juices, her eyes would roll back, her toes would curl.
His cum would mark her insides, her body, her soul.
Ian would fuck her like no one ever had.
There were no words exchanged, no sweet talk, no compliments.
It was just him taking what was his.
She was his to use, his to mark.
She would willingly submit to him, his to command.
His property.
Her cunt would clench and gush at the thought.
She was his slut.
Ian had been the perfect prey, the one that would willingly follow her into the path of sin.
She had offered herself to him and he had taken her.
In her mind, no one else could compare to him.
The fact that he was dating her own daughter only made him more enticing.
She did not feel the least bit of remorse when she seduced him.
She could have stopped at any moment, but she did not.
And it was a decision she had no regret making.
Her body had betrayed her husband and her family.
His scent was now the one she was addicted to.
A shiver went down her spine at the memory of his seed inside her, his warmth against her, his cock against her womb.
She could never go back.
Kali closed her eyes as a small smile graced her lips, her vulva throbbing with desire.
The door opened, the familiar sound of footsteps reaching her.
He was finally here.
"Good afternoon, Ian." Her gaze locked on him.
The man had the same appearance as usual: short dark hair, a handsome face, a muscled and fit body, but it was not what attracted her the most.
The aura around him was the one that had captivated her, the one that made him look so alluring to her, the one that made her crave for him, the one that would make her fall into his arms.
A primal desire.
"Good afternoon, Miss Belladonna." He politely bowed.
Kali raised her head, her hand waving as to dismiss the formality.
"I told you already, just call me Kali. No need for formalities when we are in the house." She gently reminded him.
The young man's smile did not falter, yet there was a slight hint of nervousness behind his eyes.
"As you wish, Mrs. Kali." He corrected himself.
Kali could not help but giggle a little, amused by his reaction.
It had been almost a year since they had started their affair, yet he would still act all awkward around her.
She wondered whether that was because he did not feel at ease around her or because she was the mother of his girlfriend.
The thought did not sadden her, quite the contrary, she could not help but find it amusing and cute.
Her smile grew larger as she noticed his gaze falling on her.
He had not even tried to hide it.
She was used to being gazed at, her body was quite desirable, yet coming from him, it meant more than it should have.
And the way his eyes lingered on her body, the way he took his time to appreciate the view, it sent a pleasant chill through her.
The dress she was wearing had been a gift from Ghira, it was a simple white dress with golden details on the edge of the fabric.
The dress itself was not tight fitting, but it did accentuate her curves.
As her husband would always say, the dress made her look radiant and beautiful.
She wondered if Ian shared the same sentiment.
Kali knew that she did not need to show off her body to make herself appealing, but, in a way, she enjoyed showing a little bit more of her skin when she was around him.
It made her feel younger.
The older woman shifted, her leg slowly sliding over the other, the motion making the fabric rise up and giving her guard a peek of her creamy skin.
A teasing smile crossed her face, the one that she always had whenever they were alone.
She was sure that if Ghira was here he would not have noticed the subtle change in his wife's behavior.
Fortunately for her, though, her husband was not there.
She could play however she wanted.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Kali?" The young man asked, a hint of red creeping on his face.
Kali's grin grew wider, a finger resting under her chin.
"Hmm." She hummed.
Her eyes locked on his and she saw it, the desire hidden behind his calm exterior.
"As a matter of fact, there is something you can do." She answered, her legs spreading just a little.
Kali was a woman who was used to getting what she wanted, a trait that was present in the Belladonna family, and when it came to her desires, she would not settle for anything less.
The woman stood up, the dress flowing with her movement, the top of the fabric slightly open and showing a good portion of her cleavage.
Kali did not miss the way his eyes immediately fell on her bosom, nor did she miss the way his hand balled into a fist.
It was almost laughable how obvious it was, yet the cat faunus found it amusing.
"You see, my husband is away and will not come back anytime soon." She spoke, her voice having a hint of a purr in it.
Ian nodded, his eyes returning to her face.
"He left early this morning and he told me that he had a lot of work to do, so he will not be home until the end of the day." Her steps were slow and deliberate, a sway of her hips following her movements.
"Then I guess the house is all yours." His answer was a little shaky.
Kali nodded her head.
"That's right." She agreed.
Kali did not stop in front of him, her steps took her behind him.
"So I will be alone." Her hands slowly traced the outline of his muscular frame.
"All alone in the house with no one to keep me company." She whispered.
One of her hands caressed his chest, the other trailed down his stomach, tracing his six-pack.
"Just the thought of it makes me feel lonely."
Ian swallowed hard.
"I know it's not proper to say such a thing, but I don't want to spend the whole day alone." She pressed herself against him, her soft flesh and her hard nipples pressing against his back.
"Maybe you could accompany me? Keep me some company?" Her breath brushed his ears.
Her lips were dangerously close to his neck, the heat radiating from her body made him shudder.
Her hands roamed all over his toned body, caressing his muscles, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
"Mrs. Kali...the servants"
"Will leave the house after lunch." She finished.
Kali pressed her breasts harder against him, her lips touching his neck.
"We will be completely alone." She murmured.
One of her hands moved downward, trailing the outline of his hard cock.
Ian's body stiffened and she could feel his dick twitching against her palm.
"You know, I have always wondered"
Her hand was on his crotch, her breast rubbing against his back, her breath tickling his ear, and the sweet fragrance of her perfume.
"...How far have you gone with Blake? Have you kissed her?"
The young wolf faunus remained silent.
Kali smiled, her hand caressing the outline of his hard cock, the bulge in his pants becoming bigger.
"Have you touched her?"
He did not answer.
Kali could feel the blood rushing to his penis.
"Have you made her wet? Have you seen her naked?"
His dick grew in her hand.
"Have you tasted her?"
Her hand squeezed his cock, the fabric straining to contain his growing mass.
"I bet she was so happy when you gave her a taste of her first kiss, or the first time you touched her, the first time she got on her knees for you."
Kali's hands trailed up his body and reached for his face.
"Tell me, have you ever thought of me when you fucked her? Did you picture her being me?"
Ian's breathing was labored.
"What was going through your mind as you made her cum, was she the one you were imagining, or was it me?"
She was in front of him, her eyes locked with his, her lips inches apart.
"Tell me, what did you feel when you were inside her, when you came inside her? When you made her moan your name, was she the one you were imagining?"
Her hands caressed his cheeks.
"When you came, was it me that was going through your mind? Was it my name that was on the tip of your tongue?
Her hands traveled down his chest and back to his crotch.
"Or did you say Blake's name when you came?"
Ian remained silent, his hands balling into a fist.
Kali was now rubbing his cock, her thumb brushing the head, his pre-cum leaking through his pants.
Her other hand was on his chest, her nails digging into his skin.
It was new for the both of them.
Never had they brought up Blake during their sessions.
The woman had never dared to talk about her daughter during their moments.
And Ian had never mentioned Blake either.
Yet, at the same time, she could not deny the small thrill that coursed through her body.
The forbidden aspect of the situation.
She wanted to know.
Wanted to hear the words coming out of his mouth.
Something they both already knows.
The cat faunus's face was mere centimeters apart from his, her gaze unwavering, her eyes locked with his.
"Tell me, what did you imagine, what did you feel, Ian?"
It was not a request, it was a demand.
His eyes were dark and heavy, a low growl escaping his lips.
And his hands reached for her.
Kali was pushed back, her back hitting the wall, her breath stolen from her as her body was forced against his, the weight of his muscular frame pushing her.
Their eyes locked, the intensity was palpable.
Ian's lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers, their noses touching, his hot breath against her face, the scent of his aftershave and his natural musk filling her nostrils.
The woman shuddered, her pussy gushing, the familiar sensation of liquid running down her thigh.
"You, it was always you." He whispered.
His voice was heavy and rough.
"Every time I was with Blake, the only person that was going through my mind was you."
Her hands traveled up his chest, her fingers digging into his skin, her teeth biting her lips.
"Your voice, your laugh, your smell." His face moved downward, his mouth kissing her jaw.
"The taste of your lips, the softness of your skin, the sound of your moans." His tongue licked the side of her neck.
"Every time I was with her, I could not stop thinking about you, every time I kissed her, I wished it was you, every time I held her, it was you I wanted to have in my arms."
His hand moved to her breast, his fingers caressing her nipples.
"Every time I was inside her, all I could think about was how it would feel if it was you I was thrusting inside, all I could imagine was your body writhing under me, the way you would moan my name, the way you would look at me."
The woman closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, her skin burning, her legs quivering.
She smirked, the expression on her face one of pure bliss.
"I love hearing that." She breathed.
The feeling of his fingers kneading her breast, his lips sucking her skin, his tongue licking her neck, his body pressing against her, it made her head spin, her heart race, her stomach flutter.
She let out a deep moan.
"Tell me more." She commanded, her hands reaching for his head and pulling him closer, her nails scratching his scalp.
She had ruin her daughter's relationship and she did not regret a single moment of it.
Blake was young and inexperienced, her body was not as developed, her tits were smaller, her ass was not as big.
No, the reason she had done it was not because she was better than her daughter, she did not take Ian from her out of spite or jealousy.
No, it was because the temptation had been too great, the allure of the forbidden, the lust she had felt, the desire to have him, the hunger for him, the urge to taste him.
Her lust had been stronger than her motherly instincts.
Kali did not have a choice, she had to have him.
Even if it meant betraying her husband and daughter.
It had been the greatest decision she had made.
"More." She breathed, her hands pulling him closer.
His hands were on her ass, his fingers massaging her thick cheeks.
"Tell me, tell me everything." She moaned.
Her voice was thick with desire, her chest heaving, her breathing shallow, her eyes clouded with lust.
Her tongue darted out, her teeth biting his ear.
"Tell me how much you want me." She whispered.
"Tell me how much you want to fuck me."
Her pussy clenched, the warmth pooling between her legs, her juices dripping.
"Tell me how much you want to use me."
Her hand was on his crotch, her fingers tracing his cock.
"Tell me how much you want to ravage me, to have me bent over, spread my legs, and have your way with me."
She could see it in his eyes, the darkness, the lust, the hunger.
Her lips curled upward, her eyes shining.
"Tell me."
His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated.
"I want you, Mrs. Kali." He growled, his hands gripping her ass.
"I want to have you bent over, your legs spread, and my cock buried deep inside you."
She closed her eyes, her hands squeezing his hard dick, her mouth watering, her cunt clenching.
"I want to have your legs wrapped around me as I pound your tight cunt."
She moaned, her hand grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer, her nose touching his.
"I want to bury my cock inside you and have you scream my name as I fill you up with my cum."
Her tongue flicked his lips, her nails digging into his scalp.
"More than Blake? More than your girlfriend?"
"More than anyone else, I want you more than anything, Mrs. Kali."
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were filled with desire.
She smirked, her eyes half-lidded.
"Good." She purred, her lips brushing his.
"Then show me."
Her body was lifted and pinned against the wall, his mouth claiming hers.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her fingers grabbing his hair.
The sound of their tongues, their teeth, their moans, and their breath.
She could feel his hard cock through his pants, his erection grinding against her dripping pussy.
She was burning, her skin was on fire, her head was spinning.
She felt like she was floating, her body weightless.
She was drunk on pleasure.
Her lips were bruised, her breathing ragged, her hands pulling him closer, her tongue meeting his.
His hands were on her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh.
She could feel his dick straining against his pants, his precum leaking through the fabric.
His hips were grinding against her, his cock grinding against her pussy.
Her legs were spread wide, her panties were soaked, her juices leaking.
The friction was driving her crazy, her body was trembling, her legs were shaking, her cunt was throbbing.
Her body was craving for him.
She could not get enough.
It was not enough.
She needed more.
"Please" She begged.
"More, I need more."
Her words were met with a growl,he lowered her to the floor, his hands grabbing her waist guiduing her to the nerest sufarce, his mouth attacking her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, his teeth scraping her skin.
She was bent over on the table, his weight pinning hers above it, his mouth leaving marks all over her back.
Her legs were spread wide, his knee pressing against her cunt.
They were animals.
Hungry and lustful.
He ripped her dress, her breasts spilling out, his fingers grabbing and squeezing her flesh, his teeth nipping at her skin.
Only her thong remained
A low moan escaped her lips as she felt his tongue licking her spine, her body trembling, her nipples hardening.
His hands grabbed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples.
She arched her back, her ass grinding against his crotch, her pussy clenching, her cunt aching.
"Please." She begged, her voice filled with need.
Smiling, this was exactly what she wanted, she knew it.
She felt his hard cock against her ass, his hands grabbing her buttcheeks.
Shamelessly, she spread her leg, leaning forward even more on the table and rising her ass provoctively, giving him a good view of her thong-clad pussy.
His hand moved downward, his finger touching her wet thong.
"So wet." He murmured.
His finger rubbed her clit, his other hand groping her ass.
Until suddenl a sharp sting of pain on her ass.
Kali let out a surprised yelp, her eyes widening, her body jolting.
Her gaze immediately shot to his and the young wolf faunus's smug grin told her everything.
He had smacked her ass.
The thick flesh of her rear rippled, the sound echoing in the room.
Another strike, harder this time.
The sensation of pain and pleasure mingling, a wave of euphoria coursing through her body.
Her skin was hot, her cheeks red, her lips parted, her eyes glazed over.
Another blow, another cry, her legs quivered.
It was humiliating.
Once again
This time she screamed, her body convulsing, her cunt gushing.
She looked back, her eyes watery.
Ian's face was unreadable, his expression a mixture of lust and anger.
Kali was overwhelmed, the pleasure mixed with the pain.
Harder, harder, and harder.
Each blow made her ass sting and burn.
Yet, she could not help but enjoy it.
The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation, the thrill.
All of it was too much, her mind was numb, her body was on fire.
She could not think straight, her body was moving on its own.
"Mmm" She moaned.
"Again."
A deep grunt came from him, his cock rubbing against her ass.
"More, please."
Another blow, harder than before, the sting spreading all over her rear, the pain was intense.
Her eyes rolled back, her mind blank.
Her pupils were dilated, a feral look in her eyes.
She was addicted.
A feeling she was sure Blake would never experience.
Not with Ian.
Kali knew that no matter how many times they had fucked, no matter how much Ian had claimed her daughter, it would never be enough, his hunger, his passion, his lust would never be satisfied.
He would never be satisfied with just her.
The man would crave more and more and would always search for a woman who could fulfill his needs.
A woman like her.
A woman that would satisfy his desire, his hunger.
And Blake would never be that woman.
The smile that graced her lips was one of guiltless joy.
Her daughter would not be able to match her, she could never give him the same satisfaction, the same pleasure, the same thrill.
Because her daughter was not a temptress, a minx, a slut.
Kali was.
And she would not stop until Ian was hers and only hers.
His fingers slid under the thin strap of her thong, the fabric stretching.
She could hear his ragged breathing, his nails digging into her skin, his dick twitching against her ass.
He was so close, she could almost feel his tip rubbing her folds.
His grip tightened, his fingers sinking into her flesh.
And she cried out, her back arching, her toes curling.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the room, the thong being torn from her.
Her cunt was on display, her labia swollen, her vulva glistening, her clitoris pulsating.
She could not help but shudder, the feeling of vulnerability and exposure, the shame, the thrill, the lust.
The smell of sex was heavy in the air, the scent of their arousal.
His mouth was on her ear, his tongue licking the shell.
"Is this what you wanted?"
A low moan escaped her lips.
"Yes"
Her voice was hoarse and raspy, her legs were shaking, her eyes half-lidded.
His hand traveled down her back, his fingers digging into her flesh, his teeth nipping at her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder.
Her body trembled, her skin burned, her heart pounded in her chest, her mind was racing, her vision was blurry.
The tip of his cock pressed against her folds, his hips grinding against her.
She gasped, her eyes widening, her legs trembling.
But Ian was merciless.
A tease.
He would make her wait.
He wanted to play with his food before devouring it.
And she would let him.
Her ass stung, her thighs were slick, her clit throbbed, her pussy ached.
She needed him.
"Please."
Her voice was pleading, her eyes were begging.
"You will have to make do with my fingers."
Before she could react, he plunged two fingers inside her.
Her eyes widened, her body jolted, her legs trembled.
He was inside her.
"Fuck!" She moaned.
Her walls squeezed him, her juices coating his digits.
He was relentless, his fingers thrusting in and out of her, her walls clenching around him.
She could not help but rock her hips, his palm rubbing against her clit.
"So wet." He whispered.
"You're soaking wet, Mrs. Kali."
She was a mess.
She was not the respectable housewife, she was not the loving mother.
She was a slut, a whore.
His whore.
Her eyes rolled back, her tongue hanging out, her body quivering.
He was hitting all the right places, his fingers were driving her crazy, the sounds of his skin slapping against hers, the sound of his wet fingers pounding her dripping cunt, it was too much, her mind was foggy, her body was burning, her legs were shaking, her pussy was gushing, her ass was on fire.
She was drunk, her body was not hers, her mind was not hers.
It was his.
He owned her.
His fingers were her world, his voice her heaven, his cock her God.
He was all that mattered.
He was the one.
She could not control herself, she could not think straight, her body was not her own, she was a slave to her lust, her desire, her need.
She could not hold back, she was on the verge.
His palm was pressed against her clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.
Her cunt clenching, her body was shaking, her toes curling, her mouth was dry, her tongue hanging out, her eyes were closed, her face was flushed.
It was too much, her legs were trembling, her knees were weak, her hands were shaking.
She could not hold it back.
"Please, please, I need, I need, I need..."
"What?"
"Cock! I need your cock!"
The sound of his palm against her clit was music to her ears, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting.
She was losing her mind, her senses were overwhelmed, her body was on fire, her soul was burning.
His fingers were inside her, his palm was against her clit, his cock was grinding against her ass, his breath was hot against her ear, his teeth were scraping her skin.
"I can't take it anymore." She moaned.
"I need your cock."
"Beg for it."
His voice was heavy, his breath was warm, his body was burning.
"I'm begging you, I need your cock, I need it inside me, I need it, I want it, I'm begging you, I need it, I need it."
His fingers curled, his thumb rubbed her clit, his teeth nipped at her neck, his lips kissed her jaw.
She could not think, her mind was blank, her body was on fire, her skin was hot, her cunt was dripping, her ass was stinging.
She was drunk on lust.
"Fuck me."
She felt him withdrawing, his fingers leaving her.
No, she could not take it.
"Fuck me."
She wanted his fingers inside her, she wanted his cock inside her, she wanted his tongue inside her, she wanted his lips on hers, she wanted his teeth on her, she wanted his hands on her, she wanted his body against hers, she wanted him.
"Fuck me."
The tip of his cock was pressing against her, the warmth of his skin, the heat of his breath.
"Fuck me."
She was going crazy, she was losing her mind.
"Fuck me."
She felt him push forward.
The head of his cock breaching her pussy.
And then he was inside her.
A scream ripped from her throat, her eyes were wide, her body convulsing, her heart beating a thousand miles per hour.
His cock was buried inside her, her walls clenching around his length, her juices gushing from her cunt.
She was cumming, her mind was blank, her body was shaking, her legs were trembling, her breath was ragged, her vision was blurred.
Her eyes rolled back, her tongue was hanging out, her hands were clenched, her toes were curling.
It was too much.
She was drowning in pleasure, she was being consumed by ecstasy.
She could not think, her mind was not hers, her body was not hers.
He was all that mattered.
Her legs were shaking, her eyes were watery, her cheeks were red, her hair was disheveled, her body was burning, her cunt was gushing.
She felt him pull back, his dick sliding out of her.
Her body jolted, her muscles tensed, her pussy throbbing.
And then he pushed forward.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth was open, her lungs were burning, her body was quivering.
He was inside her again.
He was thrusting in and out of her, her juices gushing out of her, her cunt gripping his cock.
She could not speak, her words were stuck in her throat, her breath was caught in her chest.
His cock was filling her, his balls slapping her clit, her eyes were wide, her mouth was dry.
He was relentless, his hips were bucking, his thrusts were quick and forceful, his hands were holding her in place.
Her pussy was tight, her walls were squeezing him, her clit was pulsating, her toes were curling, her back was arched, her fingers were gripping the edge of the table.
She could not breathe, her lungs were empty, her heart was racing, her mind was spinning.
He was pounding her, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping her ass.
Her walls were clamping down on his shaft, her juices leaking from her cunt, her clit was swollen, her nipples were hard, her eyes were closed, her body was trembling, her hands were shaking.
It was too much.
She could not handle it.
His dick was splitting her open.
She was going to cum, she was going to explode, her body was on fire, her pussy was drenched, her ass was on fire.
She felt his dick twitch inside her, her walls tightening around his shaft, her juices flowing from her cunt, her nipples aching.
And then he came.
His cock spasming inside her, his seed pouring into her womb, her walls milking him, her body writhing beneath him, her cunt squirting.
Her eyes rolled back, her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out, her body was shaking, her skin was hot, her legs were quivering, her pussy was clenching, her asshole was quivering.
She could not stop, she could not control herself, her body was not hers, her mind was not hers, it was his.
She was his.
The sensation of his seed pouring into her, the warmth of his skin against hers, the heat of his breath on her neck, the taste of his lips, the feel of his fingers, the smell of his sweat, the sound of his groans, the sight of his body.
She was drowning in pleasure, she was being consumed by ecstasy.
They were animals.
Their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, their souls connected.
They were in their own world, their own paradise.
They were together, they were one.
It was a moment of pure bliss.
And it was theirs.
They stayed there, panting and trying to catch their breaths.
He was still buried deep inside her.
Ian did not want to break the spell.
Nor did she.
This was the time she could enjoy him and bask in the afterglow.
He was still holding her, his cock was still inside her, his arms wrapped around her, his chest pressed against her back.
His warmth was enveloping her, his scent was filling her nostrils, his breath was tickling her neck.
Her body was limp, her mind was numb, her senses were overloaded.
She felt his arms releasing her and she was gently laid down.
Kali looked up, her eyes meeting his.
A smile graced her lips and she saw him reciprocate.
It was a smile she had never seen him do, a genuine and pure smile.
Her hand reached up and her fingers caressed his cheek.
She could not help but wonder how many other people had seen this side of him.
Was she the only one?
A twinge of jealousy went through her.
But it was immediately replaced by the realization that it did not matter.
Because no matter what, Ian was hers and no one else's.
She pulled him closer and her lips met his, the kiss was gentle and sweet, his hand cradled the back of her head, her arms wrapping around his neck.
The feeling of his tongue against hers, his body pressing against hers, his cock still buried inside her, her fingers grabbing his hair.
They stayed like this, their tongues intertwining, their lips molding, their bodies melding, their souls connecting.
It was a moment that she wished would last forever.
A moment where time had stopped.
The feeling of his cock growing inside her made her shiver.
Their tongues separated, her eyes looking into his, her heart pounding in her chest.
The look in his eyes was something she had not seen before.
And it was directed at her.
A wave of warmth spread through her.
A feeling of contentment, of joy, of happiness.
She was happy, truly happy.
A smile was on her lips, her heart was full, her mind was at peace.
He was everything she had ever wanted.
"Thank you."
His voice was barely a whisper, but she heard it, his words reaching her ears, his words filling her heart, his words filling her soul.
And with those words, she knew.
She had an inkling in the past few months, but now there was no doubt about it.
It was no longer just a simple affair, no longer a simple act of lust.
It had evolved into something else, something more.
They were falling for each other.
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