Darryl smiled devilishly at her desperateness. Knowing that she too wanted him so badly pleased him in so many ways Xhemin was oblivious of.
"Do not beg milady," Darryl's voice was shaking, almost not capable of talking as his manhood was still inside his wife, driving him insane already. "You do not need to beg for it. I so want to be here inside….but you are hurting and—"
He was not able to do anything further as Xhemin held his head and pressed him close to her for another searing kiss. It was her way of telling her husband that she indeed was in a little pain, but it was nothing compared to the glorious sensations he was making her feel. They explored each other's mouths again, the mouths that had already become sullen because of their thirsty kisses that almost cannot be satisfied. Few minutes more and Darryl's mouth was back on her neck, ravaging it with no plans of stopping not until his wife whispered requests sensually in his ears.
