"Uh..."
The advancing penis filled Sophia's passage, pulling her thoughts back once more. Her handsome, elegant, gentlemanly professor husband was holding her, rhythmically thrusting into her hole.
"Filled up... Filled by A-Adam..."
In that year at eighteen, she said the same words, and what she got was the boy going crazy, pulling her legs apart, spanking her soft, white, perky ass while slamming and pounding, making their joining froth with white foam. Now, saying those words got her a gentle kiss from her husband, and a sentence: "Is this force okay? Is it uncomfortable?"
"No... Mm~" Sophia hugged Adam's neck,主动 arching her waist to meet him, panting in his ear: "I feel so good, husband, so good... Ha~ Ah~"
What was she nostalgic for, anyway?
That boy gave her ecstatic, indelible sex, but he was also sinister and wicked, giving her pain and hurt.
Unlike the current Adam.
Unlike her husband Adam.
"Ah~ Hitting it, husband... Uh ah~ Right there... Use your big glans to grind me there, okay? Right there~ Ah~ Aaaah~ Love it so much, gonna die of pleasure aaaah!"
"Is it okay? Sophi?"
"Ah! Ah~ Aaaah~"
It's okay... Of course it's okay...
This gentle sex could also bring her pleasure; she didn't necessarily need stimulating, reckless sex.
This was fine, this Adam was fine; she should be content.
But... but why couldn't she orgasm?
She was clearly so comfortable, her little pussy clamping tight on that big cock, unwilling to let go, the whole flesh trembling as she took it, clearly just a little more, just a bit more—why couldn't she climax?
Sophia cried out loud.
Her expression was too sorrowful, her appearance so heartbroken that it made Adam's heart ache. He immediately stopped his movements.
"Did I hurt you, Sophia? Don't cry, I'll pull out right away." Adam coaxed her in a gentle voice, his action of withdrawing his penis careful and tender, every motion filled with tenderness and love.
He was completely different from that person.
When that person fucked her, no matter how fiercely she cried or how she begged for mercy, the ruthless pounding never stopped.
That person would only use his thick, hard giant to thrust violently, fucking her tight hole loose, swelling her delicate flower, then grabbing her ankles to drag her back when she tried to flee, pressing his penis deep inside her, grinding against her lewd core to continue the invasion.
That person did have moments of gentleness, but his gentleness was different from her husband's; it always carried a hint of carelessness and malice.
Sophia still remembered one time after making love, when that person rubbed her reddened and swollen petals, lowered his head to soothe them with his lips and tongue, sighing as if heartbroken: "Sophia's little slutty pussy is swollen from my fucking, so pitiful. Let me lick it for you, okay? Licking it will make it stop hurting."
At first, he really licked her pussy gently, but as he licked, his force grew heavier. Sophia's already sensitive clitoris was once again toyed recklessly, her hole opening under the thick tongue, entering her. Her ravaged flower petals received no comfort; instead, they trembled and squirted water again, pushed to orgasm by the man.
"Adam..."
Now that the young man was gone, she called the same name, but the only response was from her husband, Adam.
"I'm here, Sophia. What's wrong?"
Sophia blinked, squeezing tears from her eyes, looking at the face before her that had moved countless students. Suddenly, she said in confusion: "Can you lick my little pussy again?"
Adam was stunned, his overly handsome brows furrowing slightly.
Sophia saw his expression and her heart skipped a beat; she felt she had said something wrong.
In their two years of marriage, Adam had never licked her down there. She should not have used the word "again."
But Adam still kissed her cheek and said gently to her: "Next time, okay? I've never done this before; I need to look up some information."
"Okay." Sophia clenched her fingertips, the tension still not dissipated.
Adam said: "Let me carry you to take a bath."
Sophia nodded dazedly. It was only when she was picked up that she realized the thing under Adam was still hard, not softened.
He had just fucked her but had not ejaculated.
"You..." Sophia's ears grew hot. "You haven't come yet."
"It's fine." Adam removed the condom, knotted it, and threw it in the trash can, showing no intention of continuing.
But Sophia could not look away.
The thing under Adam's crotch was really big: the glans round, the testicles full, the shaft straight with a slight upward curve, the color a perfect reddish hue, no different from when he was twenty.
No...
It seemed even bigger than when he was twenty...
For some reason, Sophia reached out and grasped the shaft of that giant thing. It was truly very thick; she could not fully encircle it with one hand, so she used both hands together to grip it.
Adam's body clearly stiffened.
"Husband," Sophia held the penis and lifted her eyes, her gaze filled with desire and anticipation. "Can I jerk you off? I want to help you jerk it. Can I?"
Sophia was loosely draped in a silk nightgown. From Adam's angle, he could perfectly see her full, round breasts and her bright, seductive face. Logically, such a request should be enticing enough, but Adam still pulled Sophia's hand away and said to her: "It's fine; I don't need it. Let's wash you first."
Sophia felt a bit awkward, but more than that, embarrassed. She said nothing more and let Adam clean her body, dry her hair, and bring her back to bed.
"Good night." Sophia said first.
Adam did not reply good night as usual. After a two-second pause, he suddenly asked: "Just now... why exactly did you cry?"
Sophia's heart jumped.
"I..."
"Was it because I hurt you? Or something else?"
"I'm sorry," Sophia tugged at the collar of his nightshirt and buried her cheek against him, her voice muffled. "I thought of something bad."
"It's okay; it's in the past," Adam pulled her into his arms and soothed her gently: "Sophia, I'll always be by your side."
"Mm, thank you, husband."
"Then..." Adam propped himself up and took out a gift he had prepared long ago from the bedside table: a diamond necklace worth a fortune. He personally put it on Sophia, kissed her forehead, and said to her: "Happy second wedding anniversary. And good night."
"Adam..." Sophia's eyes welled up; uncontrollably, she threw herself into Adam's arms.