The hottest wife

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The alarm clock on the nightstand started ringing at seven o'clock, as usual, and Bonnie Evans reached over sleepily and turned it off. Norman, her husband of almost three years, hadn't even heard it, and he slept on, curled on his side under a mound of blankets with his back to Bonnie. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before moving to wake him for work.

That she'd awakened with a feverish itch – more of a tingling, actually – deep in her cunt, did not surprise her in the least. Her hairy cunt was dripping wet the crotch of her filmy blue panties already soaked with warm, oily moisture. She was as horny for the feel of a man's hard cock as she could ever remember being. To Norman, she knew, it would make no difference at all.

Norman had shied away from making love to her for over a month now, his excuse always that he was too tired or not in the mood. His eyes would always look away from her when she pressed him on it, and then – to her constant chagrin – he would quickly change the subject with a nervous laugh.

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