September 8th, 2004

Mask

Moan

He didn’t like the noises she made when he was inside her, so he covered her mouth with his hand, thumb under her chin, palm against her wet lips.

He liked the air through her nose, the hard breath forcing itself over his clenched fingers. He liked her limp body and the wet slap when he pounded into her.

He knew he was a lucky man, to have such an obedient wife.




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