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A Perfect Wreck Mila Crawford, Aria Cole 2022/8/3 13:46:55

“Did you get a look at that turquoise water when we were descending?” Weston asks as he thuds me on the back. I wonder how many people are lucky enough to surround themselves with their best friends—the same ones they’ve been close with since all the way back when they were kids. I cannot imagine my life without this posse of four—or missing any of the steps it took us to get here, including the hard ones.

The rooms are stunning, and they overlook the ocean. I follow Callie out to the balcony where the gauzy curtains dance in the breeze along with her yellow dress. Her jade eyes in this sunlight are the stuff dreams are made of, multifaceted and deep, holding that spark of defiance and mischief that never leaves her.

“I love you, baby.” I pull my wife into my arms.

“What do you say to a quickie, Ace, and then we go swim with the sharks?”

I pick up Callie and toss her over my shoulder as I stride toward the humongous circular bed.

“I will take you every which way except quickly.” This woman is a delicacy, and I like to savor every last drop. She kicks and giggles as I toss her down onto the bed. She sheds her dress and her panties, and then she’s wearing nothing but a nude bra. I tear off my T-shirt with one hand, yanking it over my head, and crawl over Callie, hovering like the predator I am.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” she teases.

“I love surprises,” I say, my voice going husky with lust.

“I think it might be why I came so hard on your hand on the plane.”

“Is that so, Mrs. Dashen?” I cock an eyebrow in question, my dick surging at the memory. I can’t help but stare at her plump lips. When she licks them, I groan.

In a swift movement that epitomizes her gracefulness, Callie maneuvers under me and flips her whole body until she’s flat on her stomach, her gorgeous, round ass raised in the air. Nestled between her perfect cheeks glitters the jewel of an anal plug.

“I had to stretch it out baby, ’cause your dick is so huge.” She turns her head to the side, and I can see the flash of a smile as it spreads across her face. She’s proud of herself.

My heart flexes as hard as my cock. Every single day of my life, I feel like I hit the fucking jackpot.

“We’re never leaving this room,” I tell her. I smack her taut but ample ass, and my cock leaks more come. When I jiggle the little butt plug, Callie groans just like she does when she comes. “You wore this the whole way?” I ask her, jiggling it again.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she says, trying to control her obvious pleasure. “I could feel every little vibration of the airplane.”

I stroke my cock, using the precome to lubricate the shaft.

“Happy anniversary, Ace,” she says, turning her head, her green eyes alight with pleasure, a sexy smile on her lips.

Those lips. This woman. I can’t believe this is my life.

“Asa Dashen, kiss me like a car crash.”