Mila
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Mila stood there for a moment, wearing my wife's white lace babydoll and heels, before she smiled and knelt down on the bed. "How do you want me?" she asked as she straddled me, this time there was no little piece of lace between us as she moved her dripping wet pussy lips down so that they playfully grazed my cockhead. I could literally feel the heat coming off of her steaming pussy.
"How do I want you?" I groaned as I pressed my head back into the pillows and smiled up at her.
"Yes, husband, I'm your anniversary present, remember?" she said as she kissed my neck, her hair falling against my face as I inhaled the sweet smell of her strawberry scented shampoo. "Do you want me to be a good girl or a bad girl for you?"
With each word she said she was using her sweet wet pussy lips to tease the throbbing head of my cock. My body felt like there were electrical charges running through it. Add up the teasing with the panties, her sucking my wedding ring off my finger and these little strokes of heaven from her dripping box and I was ready to fuck her. I was ready to fuck her hard.
