A love letter to my Asshole Husband:
I’m standing in the kitchen naked, doing housework.
You sneak up behind me and press yourself against me, hard.
My stomach slams against the counter and I bend forward, dropping what’s in my hands to steady myself. You pull back, and I feel your hands grab and knead at my ass.
You spread me apart and move one hand between my legs, dragging your fingers across my pussy.
You feel it’s heat against your hand as you twist and tickle my lips between your fingers. Your other hand moves to the front of my hip and you pull me against you so that the length of your cock is pressed against my back.
Your mouth is on my neck, and I begin to shiver in excitement. You rub yourself against me as my pussy begins to drip down your fingers.
Suddenly, you’re on your knees behind me.
Your left hand grabs at my ass while your right hand slams deep into my pussy. You use so much force that I’m lifted off the floor momentarily.