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JACKSON
I'd never come like that before. I swear I almost f****d myself unconscious. Just the feel of Hyacinth's sweet, tight p***y all but strangling my c**k had my balls tightening, my seed practically boiling and I hadn't been able to hold back any longer. I came for what felt like forever, spurts of my seed filling my wife to the brim, then seeping out around my c**k. I'd waited two months—two long months—for her p***y and it had been even better than I'd imagined. The perfect pink lips, the dark hair that shielded them and all her dripping arousal. It was the evidence I'd needed to know she desired me. Such a reserved little thing—I worried my feelings would not be returned, but her words and her concerns could be swayed.
When I'd surprised her in the washroom, I'd been thrilled
