His Heaven
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Last published Sun, Mar 2, 2025
"I know you are strong but this wound is so deep Rafael."
she whispers worriedly, kissing his wounded back softly.
Rafael's muscles tensed with her sudden intimate touch. He turned and hold her delicate neck firmly.
She was naked.... Completely naked and so fucking gorgeous.
"Careful HèÑvèn, Don't excite something you might not able to take even half of it into your this pretty tight vagina."
He warns her sternly in his deep velvety voice.
She gulped down already leaking her arousal.
She held his twitching long and thick erection, kneel down in front of him and looked up at him with so much affection.
His heart melted and she just said....
"Take me Rafael i want you to own every single part of me. My heart, my soul and my body too. Make me yours completely."
He groans, shakes his head and says,
"Not here inside this bathroom, not rough and hard against this glass walls like my usual whoreΕ.
You are MY WIFE and I'll treat you like that."
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