Forbidden Hotel Rendezvous With My Stepbrother

“See how good a man feels,” he spoke starting his back and forth movement, “so much better than a finger.”
“Yes husband,” Mayla agreed afraid of further angering him, “so much better.” she managed over the pain of the scratch being coated with semen. XXX Unclenching her hand, she reinserted her finger but kept it away from burning node. As the wife of an arranged marriage, Mayla had always been told, especially by her mother, how lucky she was to have such a good husband; he always kept food in the house (and what a house), he always gave her nice things to wear, he helped support her aging parents, what more could she want?