Her Husband’s Neglect Drove Her Into The Arms Of Her Servant, Where She Found The Passion She Craved.

You let out a loud moan as I kiss your neck. xxx The slow morning, waiting for you to arrive. I turn the shower on, feeling the warm water cleaning me. As it cooks, I fold the edges of the eggs over it, making the omelet. I kiss you harder than I had the previous morning, crushing our bodies together as I growl, my teeth at your throat. Walking through the room, scarcely lit by the dawn, I notice our discarded clothing. You stir lightly in your sleep, then are still. Such a feat must take a lot of dedication. I awaken, turning onto my side to avoid the glare of the sun as it pierces the curtains, invading our personal space with its sharp rays. As the bacon cooks, I crack open the eggs, pouring them into a bowl. First my arm to your