{Third person's pov} Luna shivered from his touches, her hands clutching the sheets as her head fell back. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses in their wake. He was consumed by a primal need, his senses overwhelmed by her scent, her taste, her touch. His fingers
"This," he whispers, "is going to distract you while I... attend to other matters." He slowly drags the cool, smooth toy up her thigh, pausing at her center to rub it against her wetness, but not entering. Luna's hips buck, seeking more friction. Arthur chuckles, the sound low and husky, as he cont
{third person's pov} Luna's orgasm crashes over her in waves, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Arthur's cock. He thrusts a few more times before burying himself deep and finding his own release. He groans long and low, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his seed. Arthur collapses on top
"I love you too, babe," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "I wanted everything to be perfect for you. And hey, it got you to stop being mad at me, didn't it?" "how can I stay mad when My husband is so perfect? I am just so lucky to have you, husband." Luna said and lifted
"you will have to, you have no other options. because it hurted like hell when I was getting it." Luna sternly spoke. Arthur chuckled, his tongue pausing in its ministrations. "Alright, alright, I'll like it. Happy?" he asked, his fingers joining his tongue as he slipped two inside her. He kept hi
{Third person's pov} Arthur slowly pulled out each anal bead, his tongue lapping at her dripping folds with each one. He could feel her thighs quaking, her body still riding the waves of her intense climax. "You did so well, my love," he murmured against her skin, placing soft kisses on her inner t
{Third person's pov} Luna nodded and hugged him, her face hidden in the crock of his neck, "Yeah, Now apologise." Arthur buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. "Luna, my love, I'm deeply sorry for yelling at you and for not telling you about the meeting. I was wrong to keep it fro
As Arthur stepped out into the hallway, his mind was sharp and focused. The sound of gunshots had set his senses into high alert, and he was ready for whatever may come. He crept through the house, his gun held at the ready, his footsteps light and silent. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound