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“That’s it, gorgeous. Fuck, your pretty with that toy deep in your pussy.”

I slowly drag it in and out of me, building up my orgasm. But in this position, I can’t quite fuck myself how I want to.

“Please,” I whimper.

Tyler leans down over me and growls in my ear, “You want me to do it, Poppy? Fuck you with your new toy?”

I nod and wiggle my butt against him.

He takes the toy from me, and instead of the smooth strokes I was using, he slams it into me. I cry out and brace my hands on the railing. Tyler pants in my ear as he fucks me hard and quick. Every 30 seconds, he picks up the speed on the toy until I swear my nipples are tingling.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmur as I get closer and closer to orgasm.

“You gonna fucking come, wife?” I nod, and then I hear him undo the zipper of his pants, and he drags the vibrator out of me and positions it at my asshole.

We’ve done this many times, but it never feels any less naughty. He teases my entrance with the vibrator, slipping the head inside. Then he says, “Hold on,”

It’s the only warning I get before he slams the vibrator up my ass and his cock inside my pussy.

I cry out again as searing, hot pleasure radiates through me. My ass slaps against his thighs, and his balls tap my clit in a steady rhythm.

“Oh, fuck.” I moan and push back against him, matching each thrust.

His cock and the vibrator slide into me at the same time. I feel so full, and my body tenses as I start to come.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I pant, and Tyler fucks me faster and faster until I’m coming.

I cry out his name, and my husband joins me with his climax. He fills my pussy with his cum, and I milk every drop of his semen.

“Fuck, Poppy.” He groans and bites my neck, causing me to clench around him.

It’s times like these where we connect the most. We communicate more with our bodies than words, and it doesn’t matter how naughty or kinky or vanilla we are. It all reads the same.

I love you.

That’s what every thrust and every kiss represents. It gets us deeper into our relationship. Probably because that’s where it started. It began with a wish to learn about sex and intimacy firsthand. And nothing teaches you better than hands-on experience.

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