My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet’s actions bewitched Ethan
After the reception, she had changed into a silk slip dress, which outlined her figure perfectly. Unable to hold himself back any
longer, Ethan scooped her up and carried her to the bed, kissing her deeply.
The room was quiet, and the lights were dim on the bed was a blurry entanglement of limbs
Blushing furiously, Janet wanted to close her eyes, but in the end, they stayed open. She wanted to see just how much Ethan
would lose control of himself.
Sure enough, her husband was out of control. After all, he had restrained himself for what seemed like an eternity. The bed
initially had a heart-shaped flower petal arrangement, but now, it was a complete mess as the man and woman kissed each
other with reckless abandon.
The kiss lasted for a long time. Janet lost track of the time, fully immersed in Ethan’s presence. His breath grew short as he
reached for the hem of her dress, planting kisses from her lips to her neck to her waist, and finally in between her thighs...
Janet felt her legs being parted and her lace underwear was rolled to her ankles by the man. The man’s warm breath tickled her
exposed pussy, his wet, soft tongue drawing circles on her labia.
“Ethan...” Janet arched her back subconsciously and her voice sounded different-it was thick with desire.
“Hmm... I’m here.” Ethan got up and held her legs, propping them on his waist. His fingers reached between her thighs and
parted her labia.
The moment his finger entered, it was enveloped in soft flesh.
“You are not wet enough. Spread your legs a little more.” Ethan took off his clothes. The muscles on his back were defined yet
smooth, chiseled to perfection. He returned to the area between Janet’s thighs. His finger moved in and out slowly, until
transparent liquid flowed out with his finger.
Ethan brought the wet fingers to his lips and sucked it. With her toes curled up. Janet stared at the ceiling, gasping with every
move Ethan made.
Then she felt something hard rubbing against the entrance of her pussy.

“Ah... Ethan...” Janet trembled all over. She wanted to look up, but was held down by the man’s powerful arms. Ethan’s eyes
were full of desire and his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. Janet looked at him in a daze. Grabbing her chin, he
whispered, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Then he pressed his lips against hers passionately.
His hard penis was slowly slipped into her body. When it met a thin film, Ethan took a slight breath and gently broke through it.
The pain made Janet wince and curl up, and she held Ethan even tighter.
Her bra was unclasped from behind by the man, and tossed to the floor together with her dress.
The naked man and woman were entangled on the bed, the woman’s legs wrapped around the man’s waist.
Ethan gently kissed Janet’s lips. He didn’t thrust until she stopped trembling. Then, the huge, hot penis was thrust all the way
inside the woman. Janet forgot how to breathe. When the tip of the penis reached the deepest part of her pussy, she gasped.
Ethan took his sweet time, kissing her neck and slowly thrusting back and forth. The thick liquid mixed with blood stained the
white sheet. Gradually, the pain dissipated, and Janet also felt a strange pleasure as the penis rubbed against her vagina. She
couldn’t help but pant, biting her lower lip. Ethan bit and sucked at the skin on her shoulders and collarbone, leaving a trail of red
marks.
Janet put her arms around his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, goading him to push inside
her further Ethan’s lips made their way back to hers and their tongues intertwined. His lower body paused for a few seconds, and
then he thrust inside her with all his strength.
The pain mixed with pleasure was electrifying. With bated breath, Janet couldn’t help but gasp. After a while, Ethan changed
positions and turned the woman to his side. He propped her long leg on his shoulder and continued to thrust. They didn’t stop
making love until the sun started to rise in the horizon. Exhausted, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms atop the disheveled
bed.