As soon as I awoke from my sleep, an overwhelming urge surged through me, a desperate need to feel inside Princess Guinevere's pussy once again.
I couldn't quite understand what was wrong with me or why I was suddenly so intensely aroused, but deep within my consciousness, something told me that this desire was completely justified—as long as Guinevere enjoyed it, why should I worry or overthink?
My arms instinctively tightened around her, and I found myself gently pinching my wife's soft, pink nipples, now erect under my touch.
The faint moan that escaped her lips told me all I needed to know—Guinevere was already awake. She turned her face toward me with a playful pout.
"Husband... it's already morning. Are you still not satisfied after last night?"
Though her words carried a hint of protest, her body betrayed her as her arms wrapped around my neck like a koala's embrace.
Her warm breath mingled with mine, her lips drawing closer until we were pulled into a deep, passionate kiss, igniting a fire within me.
My heart raced, and the desire surged even stronger within me.
As our kiss deepened, I felt my cock throbbing, painfully erect, growing longer and pressing against her soft stomach. It wasn't long before Guinevere noticed, and with a playful smirk, her hand slid down my chest and stomach until she reached my shaft.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and she gave it an experimental squeeze, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
Slowly, she began to stroke me, her hand sliding up and down the length of my shaft with practiced ease. Her strokes were steady and confident, her thumb circling the head as her fingers tightened just enough to drive me mad with pleasure.
"I might not give you what you want right now, husband," she teased, her voice low and sultry, "but this should be enough, right?"
Her strokes quickened slightly, her soft palm gliding along my cock with each movement, the sensation of her fingers running along the sensitive underside almost unbearable.
She'd learned well from me—she knew exactly how to tease, how to draw out the pleasure until I was groaning uncontrollably.
The way she handled me was precise, alternating between fast strokes and slow, deliberate squeezes that made my entire body tremble.
Her teasing was relentless, bringing me to the brink and pulling me back just before release, making me crave her even more.
Each time her hand reached the tip of my cock, she twisted her wrist slightly, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me, while her other hand massaged my balls, heightening the sensation.
I could feel the tension building, and with each stroke, I edged closer to the inevitable climax.
My face flushed as I groaned in satisfaction, my hips bucking slightly into her hand.
Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, I came, hot streams of cum spilling into her hand as she kept stroking, milking every last drop from me.
The sensation was overwhelming, and my body trembled with the intensity of it.
Satisfied with her work, she wiped my cum from her hand, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she leaned in to kiss my forehead.
"It's all sticky and smelly, husband," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "I'm going to take a bath now."
She got out of bed and hurriedly ran off, her bare back swaying as she moved, especially when she noticed that my cock, which had softened briefly, was already growing hard again.
I watched her retreat, a thought crossing my mind.
Should I chase after her?
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.
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"Ah… Husband, you're becoming more aggressive," Guinevere moaned breathlessly as I pinned her body firmly against the cool, tiled wall of the bath.
Her skin flushed with warmth as I felt the heat radiating off her, the steam from the bath clinging to both our bodies, mixing with the intense energy between us.
I couldn't help it anymore, the teasing had pushed me to the edge, and my restraint finally shattered.
A deep, primal lust had overtaken me—my need for her pussy too powerful to ignore.
I thrust into her with a force that made her body jerk against the wall, her breasts pressing against my chest.
Her wet pussy enveloped my cock, her tightness gripping me with such intensity that each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.
The warm water from the bath splashed around us, but I barely noticed; my world had narrowed to the slick heat of her body and the overwhelming sensations radiating from every thrust.
Her folds were velvety soft and incredibly slick, wrapping around me like a tight, throbbing vice that pulled me deeper into her.
Her moans grew louder with each thrust, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck as she gasped for breath. Her fingers clung to my back, nails digging into my skin with desperation.
I could feel her trembling beneath me, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist as her pussy clenched and squeezed my cock in rhythm with my relentless pounding.
Every thrust was met with her wetness, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the bath.
The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating, and only driving me further into a frenzy.
My hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as I drove into her over and over again. I could feel her body tightening around me, her inner muscles pulsing as she neared her climax.
Her moans had turned into sharp gasps, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to keep up with the intensity.
My cock throbbed inside her, each thrust feeling like I was plunging into the very core of her, reaching depths I never knew existed.
The sensation was maddening, addictive, like every nerve in my body had been set on fire.
The pressure built within me, an uncontrollable surge of pleasure welling up from the base of my spine.
My body trembled with the need to release, and I could feel my orgasm building, unstoppable, like a tidal wave crashing through me.
I groaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer as I thrust one final time, burying myself as deep as possible inside her.
My cock twitched violently, and I came with such force that it felt like my entire being was pouring into her.
I filled her completely, my seed flooding her womb as her body convulsed in response, her moans softening into weak whimpers as she slumped against me.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, Guinevere slowly sank into the bath, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
Her face, flushed and glowing, wore a pout that made my heart race all over again.
I watched her, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, but even as my cock softened slightly, the sight of her—a perfect mixture of innocence and seduction—was enough to stir me once more.
Her expression was too cute, her lips slightly parted, her eyes half-lidded with lingering desire. My cock hardened again, throbbing with renewed vigor.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively stepped back, her body quivering with a mix of fear and excitement.
I could see the subtle flush of arousal still painted on her cheeks.
"Are you still not done yet, husband?" she asked, her voice shaky but teasing, betraying the mixture of exhaustion and anticipation she felt.
Embarrassment flickered in my mind for a moment, but it was quickly washed away by the overpowering lust that still held me.
I had never felt this way before, not this intensely.
Why was I so insatiable lately, especially after our first night together?
Was this normal?
"If you don't want to, we can stop, Princess," I muttered, feeling a pang of guilt as I sank into the water beside her. I hoped the cold water would wash away the lust burning inside me, but it did little to calm the growing hardness between my legs.
The coolness of the water only served to contrast the intense heat of my body, making me even more aware of the fire that still gripped me.
Guinevere said nothing in response, instead, she leaned closer, resting her head gently on my shoulder.
Her breath was warm against my skin, her wet hair clinging to her back as the water dripped from her.
With a sigh, she whispered softly into my ear.
"Okay, husband, let's do it one more time… but only once more, alright?"
Her words sent a thrill through me, and before I could even respond, I felt my cock harden completely, rising eagerly for her again.
A grin spread across my face, and I couldn't contain the excitement that surged through me. I turned toward her, and this time, she didn't move away or resist.
Her lips parted in anticipation as I leaned in, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss.
My hands moved to her body, feeling the soft curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. She moaned softly into my mouth, surrendering to me entirely.
I could barely hold back anymore, the desire to feel her again was too strong. I pressed her back against the edge of the bath, my hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her soft, wet skin.
Her legs wrapped around me once more, and I slid back inside her, feeling her heat envelop me again.
This time, it was slower, more deliberate. Every thrust was savored, every movement intentional as I took my time to explore the depths of her body.
Her moans were quieter now, more subdued, but filled with just as much desire.
I could feel her heart racing against my chest as we moved together, lost in the heat of the moment.
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