seduced by the therapist

A white dress is crumpled and draped over an armchair, a medium gray jacket on the back.

stairs, the suit pants next to the bed, panties, bra and underwear I just don't know where

they are. And I'm passed out wrapped in sheets and a warm body, sleeping the sleep of

righteous, of weary brides. Yesterday was my day. The day I've waited my whole life for and it was a million times better than

one day I could imagine. Starting with the groom who is not from this planet.

I feel a terrible heat and my head throbs. I think I overdid it yesterday at the little private party after the wedding. instinctively try

cover your face with one hand because of a beam of light that enters through the window and goes

right in my eyes. I can not move. Arms and legs cover my body

leaving immobilized. My husband. I can't believe I'm married to my therapist. It seems like just yesterday I was

running away from him, it seems like yesterday that I researched him on the internet. I move and with

satisfaction, I breathe smelling the morning, the smell of a new day. My frst day of

married. Sawyer moves too and snuggles me very nicely in his arms, climbs

a hand on the curve of my breast and whispers into the corner of my neck: — Good morning, wife. I turn to face him. - Good morning, husband. "Ready to disappear with me for a few days?" "I've never been so prepared." Choosing our honeymoon trip was a hotly contested one. I wanted to go to Venice, yeah

cute and romantic. A legend. Sawyer wanted another experience. He said no

I wanted something so cliché, I wanted to know the beauties of my native country. was super fascinated

with images of the Pantanal, the beaches of Fernando de Noronha, the Iguaçu Falls and the

Christ the Redeemer. Sawyer practically begged us to go enjoy the sun in a tropical country and even

he promised he'd pay me back later by taking me wherever I wanted to go. I thought it was fair

leave my trip to Venice in sacrifce of his desire. As soon as I accepted, he started

to make a travel route throughout Brazil. Then he made reservations at the best hotels in

each city. We decided that we would stay longer in Rio, then we would go to the rest of the places. Minas Gerais, where my family members live, would be last. I know that Brazil has its

problems like any other country, and I hoped Sawyer would come back more fascinated than ever.

that already is. I get up bringing the sheet with me, wrapped around my body. Sawyer gets up too and runs after me into the bathroom. First thing in the morning and he's got vigor

to run. He rips off the sheet covering me and lifts me off the ground. I give a shout

euphoria and quickly, I wrap my legs around his waist and we enter the box for a shower.

In fact, we didn't even shower. We kissed for a long time with the water

warm falling on our bodies. “It's nearly eleven o'clock. We need to go to Candice's house. - I murmur between the kiss. "Are you bored here with me, honey?" “Never. To prove my constant fame ignited by him, I hold his bearded face tight and kiss,

delighting in all the ecstasy that I am allowed. I see the spark in Sawyer's eyes and it sends me into a state of fullness. I want this fre to last our whole life together, I know it's possible, I know that love remains,

because I have my parents who have been married for thirty years and still keep their passion burning.

There are also Candice's and Leo's parents, who are living proof that if people

They can make a marriage last if they want. Sawyer let me down, sliding down his body until I was able to touch the ground. even in the

foor, I'm trapped between the wall and my husband's strong body. It just doesn't fascinate me

more than the agile fngers that are already in a desperate massage in the middle of the

my legs. In fact, he actually stuck two fngers inside me, stirring.

slowly, teasing me deliciously, while his lips suck on mine. It's delirious, it's wonderful. It's sublime to have Sawyer drive me crazy with his fngers and lips.

And I believed in life, thinking that he would make me come like this: with a breathtaking kiss

and rhythmic fngers flling me. But it wasn't like that. Unexpectedly, he bent down and replaced his fngers with his lips. that was from

pull your hair out it's so delicious. Her mouth greedily grabbed my vagina leaving me

stuck, a moan stuck in her throat. My fngers hold tight in the black hair,

the other hand on the tattooed shoulder and I don't even notice time and space anymore, my head is

thrown back in a steady gasp. Sometimes, in moments like this, a question hammers through my mind and none of the

Mariannes is able to respond. They even scold me for asking questions

while my man is sucking me kinky. But here goes: What would become of me if I hadn't met Sawyer? How would I be today? With Ryan still, certainly. Being neglected and never really knowing the

pleasures that a human body hides. Soon I, who was classifed as in a

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would be married to a famous sex-god hottie, living in a penthouse and

acquired a fancy name along with an alliance of Tyffany & co. ¹Taxonomy: It is the academic discipline that defnes the groups of biological organisms, with

based on common characteristics and names these groups. My Mariannes roll around with their champagne bottles, celebrating my victory

in life. Sawyer is persistent and obsessed, he makes me come with his lips and my thoughts help

also. Shivering naked and wet, rippling from the orgasm and having his mouth still

stuck in my vagina, it is without a doubt the best thing. He makes me feel alive every day,

not only in sex, but in a simple look, in a touch of the fngers, in a smile or a

wink. He not only keeps saying that he loves me, but he demonstrates it at all times. As says mother: I found the lid of my pot.

He gets up, grabs my neck with his huge hand covering my throat and

kisses madly rubbing his cock between my legs. I also want to be able to do with him what I feel like. I push Sawyer, he looks at me in amazement.

without losing the naughty smile and now he's against the shower glass. My fngers lacing yours

penis, in back and forth movements. "Naughty running through your mind, Mrs. Graham?" - bites her own lips

the movement of my fngers. “You trained me for this, Mr. Graham. I grope his balls and Sawyer closes his eyes.

going, “Hmm” — Trained me to be able to satisfy myself and my man outside

from the ofce. — So I think I'm a good teacher, because you satisfy me a lot, my love. —he advances

and kisses me, I automatically suck his tongue and pull his lower lip with my teeth. But not

I take a while. I go down my mouth tasting every bit of him. I suck your chin, bite your neck,

I lick his tattoo on his chest and when I fnally bend down, I kiss the barcode on the product

which in the end is all mine, passed in my name at the notary's ofce. Sawyer is barely holding back the anxiety and lets out a hoarse moan as I thrust his erection

pulsing in my mouth. I suck only the head like a fruit, I lick the whole

comes back and sucks it again, only then to rhythm the thrusts that I orchestrate, I choose the

time and speed. I already do this with a lot of practice. After all, I learned from the best of

best. Sawyer groans, one hand in my hair and the other gripping a hook in the wall. Everything I know about sex I saw with Graham, but I don't think men moan as much as a

woman during sex. But when Sawyer groans... Heavens! It's very exciting. It's hoarse and a half

low, it seems to come from inside the strong chest. And if he moans deep like that, closing his eyes

eyes and holding his balls while I suck him, I sure am doing great

work. I stop sucking and look up and give him a cynical smile. "Do you see what I can do with you darling?" He chuckles and bends forward to kiss my lips. I get up, he looks at me

waiting for new orders, it has already discovered that it is no longer in control. With one hand on the chest

I'm pushing him until we get to the bathtub. Our lips don't come apart

second. I pull away, run my tongue over my lips, and push him away. Sawyer sits on the edge of the bathtub

and I sit on his lap sliding him inside me. Now it's my turn to throw the head

back and groan openly. “Shit! he exclaims squeezing my breasts. — That's very good... Ah! Delicious! - growl, during the rises and falls of my body

on his lap. My feet on the ground serve as leverage to propel me forward. Sawyer just feels

the pleasure generated by my not-too-quick advances. Now I know how to enjoy all the pleasure of slow sex. However, as my lust increases, so do my thrusts and at this moment I

I go up and down fast, now he helps me. My legs are no longer able to touch the

foor. "You're so hot, Mary!" "He keeps sucking on my breasts." my fngers go up

crazily from his arm to his shoulder, until she managed to nestle in his wet hair. Him

gets up with me on his lap, throws me against the wall and fucks me on my feet for a few moments before going to bed.

across the bathroom. Now in the sink. When Sawyer walks with me still attached to him, it's very overwhelming, it's a feeling

wonderful, very tasty, there's no way my nails can't scratch your skin. he me

she lays her legs apart on the huge marble sink and stands up. easily by

because of his height, he gets a devastating in and out. Now he shows me he's in control. But I ask myself: in control how, if I feel his skin crawl, his chest heaving and his

lips parted in a smile? Nobody here is in control of anything. My uneasiness grows and I think his too, when Sawyer insists on massaging

with my fngers my clitoris while his cock enters and leaves in powerful and strong thrusts. “Oh, this is so delicious. Watch my dick go in and out of her pussy! "Kiss me passionately"

and takes me to another world in her delicious lullabies, her strong hips hitting savages

lunges. He comes frst and as I feel his strength drain out of me, the muscles

tensed and teeth pulling at my lips, so I come too. It doesn't even seem like

We had sex a few hours ago, in the early hours of the morning. We held each other together, him curled over me, panting against my

shoulder. With his chest rising and falling, he looks at me already smiling. Help me to sit and stand, inside

of my legs. "Will you be able to walk after that?" Don't wait for me to answer. A hand holds my hair keeping my face close to the

his. Feeling our breaths meet is very good. I laugh and slap the

his shoulder. "Convinced until I couldn't take it anymore." "Do what if I love to see you all limp and panting and wiggling around like a madwoman while

do I do the full service? He bites my chin and then, like a cat, rubs his facial hair against my cheek. "Look who's talking." He can't take a blowjob and he's already climbing the walls. — push-

o, but Sawyer picks me up and takes me to the shower. "I'm glad I married the best little velvet mouth around."