He unzips your dress and slides his hand through the slit. You two resume kissing and you feel our tongues doing a beautiful tango. His strong hand rubs up and down your thigh. He flips the two of you over so he's on top of you now. He pulls away for a moment or two, looking in your eyes. You swallow. "What's the problem? Too scared to fuck your own wife?" You snarl. He grasps your wrists and shoves them into the pillow above your head. "When I'm done with you your legs won't be able to hold you. Do you understand me?" He growls, his voice humming against your neck. He raises his head, looking into your eyes again. "I'm going to destroy your beautiful body." He snickers. You gulp, knowing that's true. You push your hips up, grinding on his cock through his pants. A little gasp escapes his plump lips. "Oops" you fake concern. He shakes his head, getting off of you. You raise your head, worried you might've gone too far. He stands there, watching you. "Get up you whore." He orders. Normally you would have slit his throat but for some reason tonight was different. Tonight you wanted to be a whore.
