Valentine’s eve, I came home already used. My husband knew… just not by who. I didn’t tell him. He took me anyway, claiming what was left of his slut. He still doesn’t know whose warmth I carried before him. But I do. And I loved every second of both.
Valentine’s eve, I came home already used. My husband knew… just not by who. I didn’t tell him. He took me anyway, claiming what was left of his slut. He still doesn’t know whose warmth I carried before him. But I do. And I loved every second of both.