❝TAE❞
𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚁&𝙱 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 played throughout the two high-fidelity shower speakers, delivering a rich and luxurious sound of H-Town's Dino, distinct voice filling the ears of the wife and husband that were fucking passionately. The spraying water coming out the brass and round showerhead was falling on their colliding bodies, while Tae was behind her gripping the small waist of his wife, and delivering her deep and consistent strokes. Shantey took every thrust he offered in her standing forward bend, holding onto her ankles.
The curl pattern of her hair was wet and her trimmed split ends nearly touching the small-sized mosaic tiles on the shower floor that provides the couple's feet grip for the wet floor. Tae paused his stroking, staying in her as he ran his open palm down her back and gripping the back of her neck. He brings her up, turning her head to exchange in the kiss laced with even more passion, twining their tongue with each other.
"Don't stop," Shantey let out in a breathy moan.
"Oh, I ain't." He spins her around to face him and just that quick, Tae had her legs threw on his shoulders, keeping her in a secure hold by palming under her plump and soft ass. She keeps her hold by wrapping her arms around his neck. Tae proceeds to please his wife under the water and music. .
"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔... I want my breasts done." Shantey announced from her walk-in closet joined with her master bath.Sitting at the foot of her king-sized bed, Tae brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden announcement while he moisturized his tall, athletic, tatted build with lotion in just his boxer briefs. Not receiving an answer fast enough, Shantey peaks her head out the arch opening that connects the large closet to the bedroom.
"Hello," Shantey called, leaning on the arch frame in her high-cut bikini panties and matching balconette bra from her clothing brand. "Did you hear what I said? And do not put that on your face; I got something for that."
Shantey disappeared back into the closet and to the master bath as Tae stopped himself from applying the rubbed in lotion in his palms on his face. He resulted in just rubbing a extra layer of lotion on his tatted arms, as his wife approached with a black round jar, taking off the lid. She stood in front of him, scooping enough of the face cream in her palm, placing the jar on the bed, and rubbing it into her palms.
"Close your eyes," Shantey instructed and he complies. She start rubbing the cream in gently as she repeated her question, "Did you hear me?"
"Yeah. Why you want yo breast done, Mini?"
"'Cause I birth five kids. There you go." he opens his eyelids once she finished, "And I know my body snaps back every time, but my breasts are not the way they used to be. They sag. They're not all perky anymore."
"So?" he chuckles lightly, "You notta teenage girl no more Mini. Can't say they gonna hang down to ya knees 'cause you don't really have enough breast for that. Never have."
Shantey smacks his arm as he laughed. "It's not funny," she pouts.
"Aww, c'mere," Gently pulling her to stand between his legs, he peered up to his wife, "You are so fucking beautiful. Yo body, yo breasts, the stretch marks on this round ass I love to bite and smack on.." he makes her laugh softly by slapping her ass, "And everything else. You a woman that has carried five bodies in this petite ass body of yours. So, yes, you gonna go through changes."
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Lost One
General FictionBook #6 of The Love & Trauma series. The separation. The time apart. Two soul ties. Can they pull back in? Or has the years of love, hurt, and betrayal finally reached its breaking point?