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My fingers dig into the flesh of her hipbone and it’s neither gentle nor soft. It’s rough and unapologetic because the challenge in her words is still burning and has to be put out. “You need to learn your fucking place, Gwyneth.” She runs her fingers through my hair and murmurs against my ear, “Make me.” I back her up against the wall of the pool and she gasps when her back hits it. “Are we going to have sex now?” Her voice is a bit low, but it’s sultry and throaty. “We’re not going to have sex. I’m going to fuck you, wife.” Placing both hands under her ass cheeks, I part them and lift her up, then bring her down until I’m fully inside her. In one fucking go. She whimpers, shaking around my length as her cunt clenches, swallowing me in. “See? You can’t take me.” “I can…” she whispers. “How about this?” I start rocking and thrusting into her with minimum lubrication due to the water. Then I part her ass wider, giving my dick more access so that I’m in her deeper than before. “Oh, fuck…