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ෆ intimate conjugal visit includes smut
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"So f'cking pretty..." Kevin hissed as he grinded his hips into you. Your legs around his waist, with your nails in his back. The sound of the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall, and squeaking on the springs, outweighed your moans.
Thankfully, no one would bother you in the conjugal home, for the weekend.
He held you close, afraid of letting go. You had randomly decided to apply for the visit, after not seeing each other in weeks.
"I'm cumming," you whispered breathlessly, as he grunted, caressing your hip. Finishing himself off, he got up, carrying you to the shower.
He had physically changed so much, his once skinny body was replaced by a much buffer build. With all his free time, he had told you about how he started lifting weights.
Standing behind you, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He rubbed down your arm, to your stomach, to your hips, and more.
"You're so tense, I hate it," you told him, as he hugged you, letting the warm water run down his hair.
"I'm good, don't worry bout me, tell me what you been up too," he shook his head, helping you out of the shower.
"I've been so busy, with school and with-
Kay seemed to space out for a moment, he did it often. Thinking, he had all the time in the world to just think, about his career, family, friends, but mostly you.
"I miss you more baby, me and your mom looked into it, and you can only have the visits with your spouse," you told him, discouraged. It had been nearly three years since you had each other.
He overheard some inmates talking about the visits, bringing it up, next time you visited with his mom. He was most hopeful for it to be possible, not only for the sex, he had become somewhat a man of self control. rather, he needed to hold you, it had been so long, having you in his arms, while you played in his hair, showering him with praise.
"Marry me"
"What? Kay-
"What, you not tryna marry me?"
"Yes, I want too, I don't want you to regret it. You're young, if we broke up-
"We ain't breaking up, ever, and fuck my age, we wasn't too young when I was in yo guts," he told you.
"Okay"
"Okay, is that a yes or no?"
"Yes, I'll marry you," you couldn't conceal the smile, going to your lips.
"Let me make a few more calls, I want you up tomorrow, looking pretty as fuck, so I can wife you up," he told you.
"Okay, love you"
"Love you more, mami, talk to you later"
"She's always starting with me, everything i do, she finds a way to bring it back to you, 'some of us have goals in life, others want to be with low life gangbangers, isn't that unfortunate, ms. y/n, love after lock up isn't for everyone'," you mimicked your AP teacher, who had it out for you, after finding out you were with Kevin.
"But I'm suspended right now, I told that old bitch, you gonna get flocked, playing with me and my man," you crossed your arms. The words seemed to bring him out of his thoughts. You had definitely become a mini him, using his terminology and everything.
"Flocked? What you gon' do?" he laughed.
"She gon' find out, when I spin the block on her ass, gon' knock that nappy ass wig right off her head," you told him, as he laughed at the situation.
"You gon' stay out of trouble ma, get switched out of her class or some shit, she ain't worth it," he shook his head, burying his face in your warm breast.
If only it could be like this every day, he'd be the happiest man alive. However, all good things come to an end. The weekend flew by quickly than usual, and you were soon packing up your things, while he waited for the guard to arrive.
"I'll apply for next weekend, if you want," you told him.
"I want you here," he said, making you chuckle. You had been here nearly every weekend, since getting married, about seven months ago.
"Love you," you started, as the guard knocked, before opening the door.
"Love you more," he told you, watching as you walked out in front of him. Looking back, you blew a kiss at him, he caught it, before was taken back to his cell.
Once you were in your car, you pouted, wishing you could be with him longer. Going to your camera roll, you looked through your recent photos, one in particular catching your eyes.
He was still in the beige uniform, sitting in the chair, while you sat in his lap, against his chest. You couldn't see his face too well, because he was too busy, hugging you, his face buried in your hair. His hand cuffed your boob, the tattoo visible, you fingers intertwined with his, the large rock he gifted you, glistening on your finger.
Posting the picture on your story, you captions it, 'free you til it's backwards, love you forever, my heart ❤️🔥'. Driving off, you had to get home, you had class in the morning, but you couldn't wait for next weekend.
