Persian Rug

18+ Only

The soft feathery touch along her nipple erected the nub until it stood out. Noticeable. Proud. She wasn't afraid of the moan that escaped her lips or the way she simply came undone under the ministrations of her love. That tongue was made from the Gods. Literally.

She was thankful to be its keeper.

"When you moan that way it stirs my loins maiden," the Persian Prince spoke in a deep throaty drawl that made her heart flutter and she gripped the soft fur underneath her when he plunged his tongue into her most sensitive flesh.

A rolling moan was released from her and she felt the universe align with the reality that this man was living up to every expectation told my man or God. He pulled away just to examine the beautiful wetness being created by his studious work.

A blush shown on her ass when a strong yet gentle slap assaulted it mercilessly. She yelped in reply and the sensation radiated down between her legs. This was delicious! This was magnificent! This was...

"Mommy?" A small voice on the other side of the door brought the couple down from their high like a splash of cold water. The roleplay was tarnished and her "Persian Prince" was suddenly the father to her children in their suburban home.

"You can take the rug out of Persia but you'll never bring the vacation home," he grumbled grabbing his robe.

"Happy anniversary baby," she replied with a smile.

"Happy anniversary my beautiful wife."

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