choke.

She parted her crimson-adorned lips, and a single, almost inaudible whisper escaped, “More.”

I obliged, intensifying my grip around her trachea, feeling her taut nipples rub against my forearm as her life force threatens to leave her immaculately created shell. Pushing fat fingers deep down her throat, my pussy tingles in delight as she gags, the dick-turned-fingers with which she’s familiar penetrating her as breath escapes my little whore.

My whore. My dirty little secret. My bed wife. These rendezvous need to be less infrequent.