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Just another afternoon curled up in your beloved's arms, searching for comfort, a little tired because in the last round you were chosen as the killer. Though that was later silently replaced by small, tender kisses on your cheeks that turned into deep kisses against lip to lip, where your beloved John's hands were no longer wanted as they ran their path all over your body. How did a moment of peace become... Hot?

Anyway, in the end, that ended up removing any sign of tiredness, and umm... everything was increasing in heat to the point where you were two needy little messes. Where it was just you and him in that silent room.

You couldn't think clearly about anything other than the delicious pleasure you felt, your face pressed against that armchair while with each thrust he seemed to enter you further. Wanting to feel you more, with John penetrating you at his delicious rhythm for both of you. Enough for the room to be decorated with beautiful moans, groans, and gasps

Not everything lasts forever, as that intimate atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of quartet music, with 1x4 being the cause of this. Your husband kept thrusting into you, but he gasped in frustration, closing his rivers from the damned pleasure he felt

“I SWEAR TO GOD IF IX KEPS BLASTING THAT MUSIC 20 I MIGHT GO INSANE”