'What was I thinking... I was married—'
She could still feel the phantom sensation of his cock inside her, stretching her walls into a shape they'd never held before.
Her pussy was already starting to reshape itself to his length and girth, muscle memory forming around his thickness in ways her hands and dildo never could.
'My husband... his cock was so small... I thought that was normal... but THIS—'
Shame flooded through her, hot and urgent. She was a married woman, and here she was thinking about another man's cock constantly, unable to stop her pussy from clenching at the memory.
'He's my husband now... but...'
She pressed harder against his neck, sucking deeper, leaving darker marks. Each kiss was a prayer, a silent plea: 'will he want me again? Will he fuck me daily?'
Her hand underwater found his thigh, fingers tracing the muscle, imagining it was his cock hardening for her.
