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You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. Just for once you didn't want to have to use your imagination. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. Yo

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt

You gaze at yourself in the mirror as your wedding wing glints in the light. You cast your mind to sex with your husband. His predictable missionary had become stale: nothing more than a routine, ceremonial act, long bereft of any passion. You loved him, of course, but you wanted - no craved - more. You begin to twitch as you imagine something else and you let your mind wander. Something, try as he might, he simply couldn't provide you. After so many years, the thought of it consumed you. You didn't want to simply be made love to you wanted something primal and animalistic. You wanted to be slapped, choked, spat on, used. You wanted to be fucked sensless and treated like the filthy litt