Every round was filled with the same loving details: the way Yasmine's creamy skin felt, the buttery softness of her breasts, the jelly like petals of her pussy, the SLURP sounds, the SQUIRT moments, the "Hubby" and "Wifey" whispers, the gentle caresses on her belly every once in a while.
They lost count of how many times they made love. Sometimes it was just his mouth on her for half an hour straight. Other times it was long, lazy sex where he stayed buried inside her, barely moving but hitting every perfect spot.
At one point Yasmine was so tired and sensitive she could only whimper, "Hubby… more… Mmmm~" while he took care of her completely, bringing her to soft, gentle orgasms.
Finally, after hours and hours, they lay tangled on the bed. Yasmine curled up against his chest, her head on his shoulder, one leg over his. Her breathing was soft and content.
"Hubby… that was really nice…" she whispered, already half asleep, a small smile on her lips.
