Arthur breathed heavily. He could feel her inside was taking his seeds. He imagined a small girl who had silver hair and a pair of emerald eyes. His imagination didn't stand long as she panted close to his ear.
He smiled contentedly and thought, 'This cute, lovable wife of mine…' He pressed his lips on her head. 'Only person who accepts me for who I am.' He gently caressed her back. 'I won't let her go.'
He noticed that she gradually calmed down. So, he asked her, "Care for another round?"
His question made the tired woman in his lap stiffen. Subconsciously, she tightened around him. His recently soft dick hardened in a second.
Arthur smirked. His fingers moved her semi-wet hair to the other side. Her slender neck was in clear view. He pecked on her nape and nuzzled his nose. His hands groped her buttocks and urged her, "Want more, my wife?"
"Mmmm..." His hot breath and whisper in a husky voice Veronica squirmed.
Growl!
