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You forgot what you said.
Was it even you defiantly stated outright with your very own lips or something you cheekily texted.
Either way, Leon wasn’t having it.
And such was why he had you on your hands and knees right in the foyer of your home.
Etches of dusted mud were right on the surface of your front door after he had unceremoniously kicked it shut upon arrival just minutes ago.
You were always delighted to greet your husband, especially when it was on days like these when he was returning home for a mission.
But you found much more when you were left overwhelmed, overstimulated, and overpowered by him.
Not that it would take much effort for him to do so anyway.
There was no need to whisk you away to the bedroom. Your marital vows were ironclad.
There was no need for him to undress fully. The needier you were, the more impatient you became.
A hurried tug of your nightgown.
Scraps of what would be another pair of panties he would need to buy a replacement for had been tossed aside.
This all provided the access he needed to continue barreling his thick, heavy cock into your drooling core from behind. He mounted you with ease, burdening your body with the broad and hefty weight of his muscled build.
The slurred call of his name and the shameless wiggle of your ass against his sturdy hips demonstrated your encouragement, your desire for him to keep ruining you further.
He obliged.
As any good husband would.
His brawny arms locked around your body, a calloused hand groping at your breasts while the other found its way to your chin.
A gentle tilt of your head granted him a peek of the debauched flush that had swept over your features.
Unable to hide the grin that tugged on the corner of his lips nor the twinkle in his weary eyes, Leon sought a kiss from your mouth right as he mused out loud,
“What was that about an old dog needing new tricks?”