Harvesting the past

We had been married about three months and were lying naked in bed, about to make love. I didn’t know that the conversation which was about to follow would change our sex lives forever…

We were in the missionary position, kissing passionately, although my husband had not yet entered me. The shaft of his hardening dick was rubbing up and down very pleasurably against my clit. I moaned a little and my hands went down to his (very sexy) bare buttocks. I began to knead them – then, playfully, I put a finger down his crack and scratched his arsehole gently.

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