The Parisian night air is crisp, but I’m burning up from the inside out thanks to my lingering pregnant pussy throb. We’re out on our honeymoon on the private terrace of our suite, the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance, but Mr. Vine hasn’t looked at the view once. His eyes have been locked on me, adoring the way my red lingerie looks under the moonlight. My chocolate skin practically glows out here, and I can tell by the way he’s gripping his drink that he’s reached his limit.
He set his glass of whiskey down with a heavy thud and stepped into my space, his shadow completely swallowing my petite frame. “Inside. Now,” he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. I didn’t say a word; I just gave him that innocent look he loves and let him lead me back to the bed. The second my heels hit the carpet, he had me pinned.
The session that followed was nothing short of a wreck. I was on my knees, lost in the raw, primal rhythm of it as I took every inch of him while slowly gripping my pussy walls tightly, eventually feeling the hot, sticky proof of his dominance fully coating my insides. He’s not just my husband; he’s the man who owns every bit of this fantasy, and in Paris, he’s making sure I never forget it.
He flipped me over while holding my legs firmly with a strong grip, his large hands bruising my hips as he guided himself into my tight, wet heat. “Fuck Yolanda! I’m gonna EXPLODE with that tight pussy of yours! He moaned aggressively. He hammered into me with a rhythmic, authoritative force that made the room jump. He leaned down, his mouth right against my ear as he drove deep. “I’m Soo Obsessed with you,” he rasped, his voice thick with a dark, heavy hunger. “You’re the only thing I want to see in this city.”
I clung to the silk sheets, my body shaking as he increased the intensity, his balls slapping against my “chocolate wet pussy” with every heavy thrust. As he hit his peak, planting his seed deep inside me, I felt that localized ache finally shatter. Mr. Vine doesn’t just love me; he’s obsessed with me, and there is no better place to be claimed than right here. The way I keep his balls empty keeps him coming back for more.















