I can’t really explain it, but my dominant streak definitely..

I can’t really explain it, but my dominant streak definitely gives me a bit of a wicked side. Especially when it comes to teasing my husband. It’s all in good fun of course. And frankly, I can’t help myself. Lately in bed I can’t seem to stop teasing him about how I’d love to have a real Conan in our lives. A man who can dominate my little body while hubby watches and show us both exactly who’s in charge. Enjoy the latest installment. I promise to wrap it up soon in case anyone’s getting bored. But FYI, the chapter I’m writing now will be the hottest yet by far 😘 As the waves of my latest orgasm begin to subside, I become acutely aware of two very incongruous realities. The first of which being a heightened sensation of the contour of each and every prominent vein and ridge of my lover’s majestic penis to which the full surface of my tongue now clings in devotion. The warrior’s organ is inhumanly warm and pulses in my mouth with a vitality that fills me with an indescribable awe that simultaneously moistens my sheath. And the now seemingly distant memory of having this beast tightly enveloped to its hilt within my inviting married cunt fills me with an unimaginable longing. The second sharp reality is the transfixed and cutting gaze of my loving husband, who now stands but mere feet away witnessing his beloved wife whore her mouth for the pleasure of a brutal savage. His existence at this very point in time sets off a cascade of memories, all of which culminate with the unannounced intrusion of Zadeon. My stomach twists as I recall the angle of my thigh just moments before I was to finish my ascent atop my dear husband and lower my warmth to his needful erection. But that event alone is not what causes my pit to seize so violently. To the contrary, the source of my torment is a vivid recollection of our tender and intimate conversation as we lay entwined in the quiet moments preceding our lovemaking. A wave of agony erupts within me as I recall every movement of my lips as I happily confessed to my husband the existence of my fertile time, and with it an opportunity to grow our beautiful family by one. But this momentary distraction is short lived. Conan has a need that I have been brought to fulfill, so I again fix my attention to the task at hand. The powerful hand firmly fixed upon the base of my skull gives off an appearance that my efforts are not derived of my own volition. Which provides me with a moment of relief from my overwhelming guilt. But with my eyes locked onto those of my loving husband, I know to my very core that the efforts I now expend for the pleasure of this bull are of my own free will. For the moment at least, my mind and body belong to Conan the conqueror. Including, I fear to my depths, a womb that’s thoroughly ripe for a conquering. If you want to see the rest of this video, send “Conan” In a DM with a $5 tip. I playfully spread my ass cheeks and play with my wet pussy. Seeing and hearing my wet and fertile loins will undoubtedly bring out the savage in you.