When my soulmate hubby gets the pleasure of watching my y0ung alpha bull test the limits of my vaginal elasticity, I'd like to say that I know for a fact that it's going to turn out to be a win-win-win for everyone involved.
But for some reason, I always think Scott's going to balk at the very last second. And this low-grade hotwife anxiety I get always has me holding my breath until we're safely past the point of no return - which is the polite way of saying the point where my bull's very thick (and very bare) 9 inches are fully embedded in my fertiIe little cunt.
But God bless my husband for always letting me have what I need. It's one of the reasons I know that we'll always be together ❤️
