"Feels good doesn't it?" He continued.
The postman just sat there and watched, and didn't even say a word,
he didn't even make an attempted to leave,
and of course, my husband was watching his every twitching and turning.
The least he could do is attempted to leave.
I wrapped my legs around his lower hips because I thought somehow it would reduce the pain but of course, this didn't work.
"I thought you love fuck,
what's the matter? You can't handle it?" He spoke in a mocking voice.
He continued to talk but I didn't answer.
I didn't know what to say.
He looked me straight in the eyes as if for that moment the only thing he wanted to do was to hurt me as much as he could or as much as I hurt him.
He fucked me and fucked me until he stopped.
I don't know if it was because he was tired or he just simply stopped because he was disgusted with me and I didn't dare ask.
He sat down on the edge of the bed,
the postman sat still in the chair,
I was embarrassed
but I was more concerned with what was gonna happen next.
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RomanceI am a 29-year-old married woman and I have always been faithful to my husband, but he had gone away on long business trips and to be truthful, I was always horny and needed to be badly fucked. He had called me early one Saturday morning to tell me...
