After finishing cleaning the kitchen, Cayden went to bed, while Mikayla nervously hid her phone under her pillow. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she smelled the same bath gel scent as him.
Cayden turned her face around, and there was a complex expression in his eyes. He closed his eyes and kissed her rosy lips without hesitation. Cayden had been holding back for a whole month, and Mikayla was drowsy, thinking that she wouldn't be able to escape tonight.
This kiss was different from his usual gentleness. It was bold and fierce. His nimble tongue slipped into her mouth, greedily absorbing her breath. Mikayla felt that he was angry, and her nightgown was soon thrown into a corner on the bed.
Warm hands wrapped around her softness, and the man used a little force to pinch her nipple, causing Mikayla to let out a soft cry. She put her hand into Cayden's hair, "Ah... You're hurting me..."
Cayden opened his eyes, staring at her gently trembling eyelashes. He bit her lip a little less forcefully, but his hand movements didn't stop.
His hand followed the seductive curves of Mikayla's body downward, and his fingers pressed against her underwear. Cayden deliberately rubbed her tender bud through her underwear, while the other hand caressed her snowball. He desire was aroused.
Soon, Cayden chuckled, "Wet." For a while, she hadn't had sex for a while, and Mikayla blushed as she turned her head shyly. Cayden chased after her and kissed her, asking, "Have you missed me?"
Mikayla didn't answer him, and Cayden's gaze became even deeper. He was more persistent in his caresses, and her nipples were teased until they were hard. Mikayla was unable to bear it and twisted her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
It was true that she hadn't missed him, but Mikayla didn't know what was wrong with her. Sometimes at night, she would even miss his warmth, feeling empty without him by her side, while she had enjoyed the solitude of late nights just a few months ago.
"...miss."
After getting the answer he wanted, Cayden's mouth curled up slightly. He took off her underwear, and two fingers slipped into the wet pussy. Cayden found the soft flesh inside and rubbed and pressed it.
Mikayla's groans soon became uncontrollable, filling the room with an atmosphere thick with ambiguity. Her cheeks flushed, long-absent pleasure slowly surged from beneath her, flooding her mind. A moment later, she wrapped her arms around Cayden and reached her orgasm, releasing a small stream of lover fluid from her vagina.
Cayden withdrew his fingers, and the pussy seemed to be reluctant to let the visitor leave, with strands of silver thread wrapping around his fingers. He was also hard and painful swollen in his groin, and his thick cock was rubbing against the tempting pussy entrance but couldn't go in.
Mikayla's slender legs were wrapped around his powerful waist, and she looked at the man with tear-filled eyes, "... Hmm... Do you want to fuck me?"
"Then you should flatter me to do it, Mikayla," was what Cayden said, which was hard to imagine.
He was still jealous, Mikayla stared at his sly eyes and thought, "I knew it was no good."
Her arm made a slight effort to make the man bend down, and Mikayla kissed his Adam's apple and planted two kiss on his neck.
"... Hmm... Come in quickly, Cayden, I miss you so much..." She whispered in his ear and looked at him piteously.
Cayden could no longer hold back. He supported his grotesque penis and pushed it into her vagina. It had been a while since she last had sex, and the inner walls of her pussy were so tight that layers of muscle wrapped around his penis. He let out a grunt of pleasure, feeling a tingling sensation in his lower back. The woman lying beneath him was so fragile that she clutched the wrinkled bed sheet, gasping for breath with her mouth open in helplessness.
The pleasure was too overwhelming, and Mikayla didn't expect he to be so vigorous today. The vagina was sore and achy, and he had only gone in halfway when Mikayla felt like her pussy was being fucked to pieces by him.
The bedroom echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the woman's moans.
