"Ohhh...." Jasmine’s moans ca out muffled. The table shook terribly as Kingsley banged her from behind.
Jasmine’s hands held onto the table, her shirt was on her but her panties had been thrown across the room by Kingsley.
Kingsley groaned as he held onto her hips, thrusting deep into her wetness. She was so fucking delicious that it made his groin twitched inside of her.
"Fuck.." His hands on her hips tightened, his grip on her ass made the spot turn red. He let go of her ass and ran them through his hair, his movents still fast.
Jasmine’s left leg was on the table while the other held her weight, trying not to wobble as the pleasure built up. Each thrust and each stroke made Jasmine want to squirm. The pleasure made her cheek flush red.
Kingsley didn’t waste ti to cum inside her again and again. From the kitchen counter, Kingsley kissed her till they found themselves in the living room.
Kingsley laid Jasmine on the couch, her back pressed against the cushion and her pussy laid bare in front of him.
Staying between her legs, he thrust in, hitting her G-spot. Jasmine’s eyes rolled backward as Kingsley kept sliding into her, not giving her a mont to catch her breath.
"Oh my goodness, please..." Jasmine’s breathing was labored as they ca out raggard. "Fuck harder, please.."
Kingsley moved her from the couch and laid her on the rug, he arranged so pillows under her back and head to support her. He bent down to kiss her again before sliding into her wet throbbing pussy.
"You keep dripping wet for , baby.." Kingsley smirked, loving her image. She looked so disoriented and flushed that it made pride swell in his chest. His control over her made him want to fuck her even more until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.
"I just want to keep doing this to you every day, every ti. I want to remain buried inside your pussy..." Kingsley whispered to her but the words ca out blurred to Jasmine. She could hardly hear his words, she just wanted him to keep digging into her world, to keep exploring her walls. She loved it. This feeling, this pleasure mixed with pain...she loved it.
"You’re so divine, Jasmine..." Kingsley told her again, leaning down to kiss her cheek, her forehead, and her lips. Jasmine kissed him back in a hurry, almost swallowing his lips in the process. She kept moaning inside of his mouth, their lips barely touching as she slid her fingers into his hair. Their faces were near, their lips occasionally brushing against each other. Their groans and moans filled the room until they t another orgasm.
Jasmine almost went limp but Kingsley was far from done. He gently carried her to laid her chest on the rug while sticking her ass out for him.
Jasmine’s hands gripped the rugs underneath her tightly while Kingsley took his ti, licking her down there.
His hot tongues did the magic. Jasmine almost cried out in pleasure as Kingsley continuously fingered her, playing with her clit and bud.
"Please, I need that dick." She begged. Sweat slid down her back, and her right cheek was pressed on the rugs as she waited. But Kingsley kept toying with her, making her frustrated.
"Please,fuck , please..." She was on edge, she wanted to be screwed over by him. "Please, screw up..."
Her words made Kingsley pause. He raised himself and kissed her lower back before telling her. "You’re my wife, I’m not screwing you. I’m making love to you."
"Then please, make love to , husband." Jasmine whimpered. "Fuck like you own ."
Kingsley’s eyes darkened. " Of course, my lady."
Without delay, he inserted his hard cock deep inside of her and a throaty moan left Jasmine’s mouth. She could never get used to this pure and raw feeling. Every stroke from Kingsley was all it took to make her disorganized. And she wasn’t complaining.
By the ti they were done after they did a sex marathon, Jasmine was a total wreck. She lay tiredly on the bed. Kingsley had bathed her but left her naked on the bed, she was covered with the duvet.
Kingsley was even worse. After bathing, he paraded the house naked, his cock dancing along with him. After settling so ergency mail, Kingsley slid into the bed beside Jasmine.
Jasmine stirred in her sleep before opening her eyes. The first thing she saw was Kingsley’s eyes peering at her. Unlike the first ti when she scread and fell off the bed, this ti, she was surprised a little before a smile crawled up to her face.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have sowhere to be." Kingsley said, his eyes going to the hickeys he had renewed on her chest.
Jasmine yawned. "Where are we going??"
"It’s a secret." Kingsley looked mysterious as he stared at Jasmine with interest.
"Tell ."
Kingsley shook his head. "It won’t be a secret anymore if I tell you." He turned to look at the wall clock before saying. "It’s 5 Pm already. Go get dressed." With that, he pushed himself off the bed and walked out of the room.
Jasmine tried not to think much about his naked body. But her perverted mind wouldn’t stop wandering to the scene.
’He’s so hot.’ That voice whispered in her head again and Jasmine wondered how she had beco this dirty-minded. Without complaining, she ignored the sourness on her pussy as she strode into the bathroom to have a quick shower.
She sat on the tub, the water rushing out and kissing her skin. A sigh of relief left her mouth as the water washed her clean. The bath was quick.
Soon, she got dressed in blue Jeans, a white T-shirt and a black jacket. With matching black boots. She didn’t forget her windbreaker and gloves. She didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her that they were going out of the house to wherever Kingsley had in mind.
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