"Part your legs, wife,"
Dalia obediently did as she was told, opening both legs in that standing position. Her eyes were closed, one of her hands had found its way back to his neck, her head resting on his shoulder as his other hand continued to rub and mold her breast, a tantalizing feeling coursing through her.
Luckily, she was leaning on him or she would have wobbled and fallen to the ground. The pleasure intensified as he put his hand between her thighs, pushing a finger to rub her clitoris and against her slick flesh.
Dalia gasped for air, her toes curling against the ground, her grip on his shoulder tightening with every thrust. "Oh..." she moaned, wiggling her waist.
"Wife" he whispered as he pushed one more thrust into her. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice tantalizing her skin with each movement.
The sweet pleasure she felt was heavenly. Dalia moaned with another deep thrust, nodding in response to his question.
