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My chest burns at that, and I hate the sensation so much that I dig my fingers into her side. She moans when I reach under her shirt and it’s met by my grunt when I grab her bare cunt. “Were you ready for me, wife?” “Maybe?” I bunch a fistful of her shirt and lift it over her head. She’s braless, too, my bad girl. Instead of pulling the piece of clothing over her arms, I lay her on the sofa and tie her wrists with the shirt that was covering her. “What…what are you doing?” “Stay like that.” “Why?” “Don’t ask any questions, got it?” “O-okay.” The breathlessness in her tone makes my dick strain against my shorts. So I stand up, push them down, and remove my T-shirt as she watches me with those huge eyes that have turned into a myriad of bright colors, all mingling and mixing the more she watches me. I shouldn’t feel fucking proud that she looks at me like that, like I’m the only one who exists in her world, but I do. And it feels fucking euphoric. “Now, I want you to open your legs in th