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I killed my husband. I killed my fucking husband!
Dean took me to his house. It's so nice.
I didn't get to get a good look at it last time.
It's a flat house with mainly black decor mixed with a few pink items in his living from a kid I think? While he picked them up and took them to another room I look around in his living room, there's pictures of him and a cute little girl.
I feel a pair of arms wrapping around me as I look at the pictures, "she's my niece," he voices next to my ear before kissing my shoulder.
"She's really cute," I complement.
Her being his niece explains why she looks like him so much, I would've guessed it's his daughter if he didn't tell me.
I can feel his erection against my butt, "let's go watch a movie," he suggests pushing himself closer to me. He walks over to the couch and I follow behind him, when he sits I sit directly on top of his boner.
He sighs at the feeling and starts grinding his hips upwards, "what do you-" he clears his throat before continuing because it came out as a moan, "what do you want to watch Angel," he asks with a clear tone. He places one of his hands on my hip for more control and he has the remote in his other one.
"Euphoria," I respond.
Looking back at him I see his head laying back and him fighting the urge to moan.
I turn my head back forward and slowly start to sway my hips, he grows bigger against me and I'm sure he can feel my pussy beating on top of him.
The grinding we're doing leaves a rubbing on my clit so I let out a soft moan.
He drops the remote and puts his other hand on the other side of my waist, moving me at the pace he enjoys.
Dean is the kind of man that isn't scared to show the pleasure he's feeling sexually, and that's what I like about him the most during sex.
Taking my shirt off I give him something to watch as he enjoys himself, "fuck that tattoo is hot," he mutters through a pant.
I have a spine tattoo I got back in high school, it's a rose mixed in with a snake wrapped around the rose. It's red and it's something that I regret getting.
Long story short- fake friends.
He unclips my bra and once I let it drop he leans forward cupping both of my boobs with his big tatted hands, "a little faster beautiful," he whispers in my ear.
I continue grinding on him at the pace he wants while letting out moans now and again.
He starts to sucks on the side of my neck. "Dean, does this feel good to you," I ask through a moan.
