"A-Adam, husband..." Sophia's eye corners were tinged with a startling allure. She recklessly tugged open her collar, removed her bra, shaking out her pair of fair, round big tits, leaning toward Adam. "I don't want dinner, husband, my tits are so itchy, my little pussy is itchy too... Ah~ Help me, help me, okay? Right now... Ah ha~ Right now, I just want to eat my husband's big cock, husband, feed it to me, okay?"
Adam's whole body tensed up, his earlobes completely red. He didn't dare look at his wife, only managing to find his voice after turning his eyes away: "Sophi, what's with you today?"
"I just want you," Sophia cried, cupping her breasts, bringing them close to Adam—first teasing at his protruding Adam's apple, then personally delivering them to his mouth. "Husband, it's so uncomfortable here, the nipples are so uncomfortable, suck on them for me, okay? Mm~ Ah... Use force, it's fine, bite them until they break, it's fine..."
"Sophi..." Adam slightly furrowed his brows, not biting as Sophia hoped, but placing his hands on those rounds.
"Uh... My husband is rubbing my tits~ So good... So good ah~"
Adam wasn't making big movements, but Sophia twisted on her own, pressing his hands to ravage her tits, then straddling him, cupping his face to kiss him.
Adam's kisses were gentle too, but in this gentleness, Sophia suddenly remembered that summer when she was eighteen.
That boy had the same scent as Adam, but he was dominant and reckless, flirtatious and unrestrained. He liked pressing Sophia's arms over her head, wedging his knee between her legs, then grinding against her tender hole with bold, aggressive, invasive strong kisses.
Sophia couldn't forget that feeling; even thinking about those scenes made her thighs slick, her slutty juices flooding.
"A-Adam, A-Adam..."
It was you who fucked me open, you once gave me such stimulating, ecstatic sex, how come it's gone now?
"I want it so bad, want husband to fuck..." After the kiss, Sophia panted, head tilted back. In her teary, hazy eyes, she tore off her panties and unzipped Adam's pants.
That thing was still soft, but it was big. Sophia had seen it fully erect, knew how ruthless this thing could be when fierce, bringing her immense sexual bliss and pleasure, even if its ruthless, violent side had been dormant for years.
"Husband~ Ah... Husband..."
Sophia spread her legs, rubbed her soaked little hole, and straddled that sleeping giant.
"Ah~"
She could feel that thing awakening. Under the lubrication and friction of her soft vulva, it began to engorge, gradually hardening, becoming even bigger and more impressive than before.
"Uh... So big~ Husband's penis is so big... Ah~ The glans, the glans is hitting my clit, ah~ So good... Husband, I feel so good ah..."
"Sophi," Adam stroked her face, even in this situation maintaining gentleness and calm, even patiently asking, "Do you really want it?"
"I want..." Sophia nodded nonstop with sobs, "Want to eat husband's penis with my little pussy, want husband to fuck..."
Adam pressed her nape, lightly kissing her forehead, his voice slightly hoarse: "Then I'll take you back to the room."
Even with his penis already erect, Adam still maintained his graceful demeanor and gentleness.
He carried Sophia back to the room, placed her on the bed, took out the lube from the nightstand, poured it into his palm, and gave her meticulous, patient expansion.
"No need... Husband," Sophia主动 spread her legs wide, showing Adam her soft, slick, wet little hole, panting娇: "I'm so wet down there~ Ah~ No need, no need for more expansion, you can just thrust in... Aaah~"
"Be good," Adam coaxed her softly, but insisted, "We have to expand properly, or you'll get hurt."
That hand, accustomed to experiments, slid in with the lube and pussy juice—first one finger, then two, three. Adam patiently stretched her whole flesh, even the expansion and stirring were exceptionally gentle.
He wasn't rough at all; even in sex, he took utmost care of Sophia. But in this gentleness, for some reason, Sophia thought again of that summer when she was eighteen.
That boy was nothing like the current Adam. The sex he gave Sophia was stimulating, intense, excessive, pain mixed with pleasure, unforgettable.
He rarely expanded her; even for her first time, he only thrust his fingers in a few times before mercilessly charging in.
"Does it hurt?" Sophia remembered the boy asking her then. She cried that it hurt, and he bit her lip, giving her a kiss tinged with blood, then told her, "I want you to hurt, Sophi. If it doesn't hurt a bit, how will you remember me?"
Over here, Adam finally finished the expansion and asked Sophia again if they could continue. Sophia pulled herself from her memories, bit her finger and nodded, saying yes. Only then did Adam put on a condom, hold his penis, and slowly advance.
Adam was a man with strong self-control. After marriage, he never forgot to wear a condom during sex. Afterward, he'd tie off the cum-filled condom and throw it away, then carefully clean Sophia.
Unlike that boy.
When that boy fucked her, he always went in raw, no condom, no precautions. He liked thrusting his penis straight in, skin against her whole walls, vigorously stirring, fiercely pounding until he sent her to wave after wave of climax.
He always came inside her hole.
In two years of marriage, Adam had never left his semen in her little hole. Her husband treated her so well, he even couldn't bear to thrust his whole penis in, always leaving a section outside during sex, never fucking into her womb.
But her cervix had been pried open as early as eighteen. That boy would insert his whole penis, fuck into her womb, even shooting thick cum inside it multiple times.
Back then, she'd naively asked: "You always cum inside; what if I get pregnant?"
That boy blew a puff of smoke at her, and as she coughed from the choke, he grabbed her chin, his expression frivolous, tone wicked and indulgent: "Can't you take birth control pills yourself?"