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The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny's tears dried gradually as her husband kissed her and murmured his gentle words to her. As they kissed she felt his fingers tangle in her hair and tug gently. Hoping she understood what he was requesting, she tilted her chin up to expose her neck to his tender kisses. She groaned gently as he kissed the trail of her tears before pressing his lips against hers once more. She smiled when he called her Mrs. Sparrow and insisted she was what was wonderful about that day. John was wrong, of course; he was what made today so wonderful, what made life worth living. But she wouldn't argue the point. Not now at least.

"Slower?" Jenny drew John's bottom lip between hers as he kissed her again. "We'll be free together, John." She smiled before groaning at the feeling of his lips on her ear. Her sex twitched around him again, waking as though for the first time that night.

"You'll feel me everywhere you want, John," she whispered her promise. "I'll do anything for you. I'm yours, Johnathan Sparrow; body and soul, forever."

Slowly Jenny's hands began their journey from his shoulders down his sides. One rested on John's hip while the other slid between them. His shaft was still inside her but she gently cupped his testicles with that hand, slowly and gently massaging them as he tugged at her earlobe with his mouth. John's tongue slid along the ridge of her ear and she shivered, goosebumps rising on her arms.
 
"Slower?" Jenny drew John's bottom lip between hers as he kissed her again. "We'll be free together, John."

"I can't imaging being free without you, Jenny," he answered, turning his attention to her ear. He gently tugged at the lobe before caressing it with the tip of his tongue. "I want to feel you all over me, Jenny."

"You'll feel me everywhere you want, John," she whispered her promise.

"Mmmmm," he groaned into her ear. "Promise?"

"I'll do anything for you. I'm yours, Johnathan Sparrow; body and soul, forever."

"And I'm yo..." John's eyes went wide as Jenny cupped his testicles, and he could feel his soft penis twitch in response. He shuddered with pleasure as she began massaging them, matching her shiver as he teased her ear. "That... that feels very good," he whispered, kissing her ear. "What do you want me to do?"

Sighing with pleasure at her touch, he kissed her throat. "Something like that, perhaps?" Then he moved lower, tracing a path with his tongue over the sensitive skin between her breasts. "Or that?" He looked up at her. "I'm yours, Jenny Sparrow. And I'll do anything for you."
 
John's eyes went wide and for a moment she worried that she had done something wrong or painful. But then he shivered whispered in her ear. She smiled gently as he whispered in her ear.

"What do you want me to do?" He kissed her ear before kissing her throat.

"Anything, John," Jenny whispered, pressing his testicles a little more firmly before continuing to gently massage them. "I'll let you do anything. I want you to do anything. Everything."

"Something like that, perhaps?" John moved lower, sliding his tongue down her throat and chest, between her breasts. "Or that?"

"All of it," Jenny gasped, tangling her free hand in his hair. "Oh God John please touch me all over." She kissed his forehead--the only part of his face she could reach at the moment--and pressed her hips up against his again. "And tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything for you my love."
 
John took her gasped request as an invitation, running his lips over the soft curve of a breast. Teeth scraped gently over the nipple, causing it to pucker and harden before his lips closed over it. He suckled gently for a minute, before squeezing his lips tighter.

Jenny rocked her hips against his, sending a thrill through his body. His lips parted in a small gasp of pleasure and her damp nipple slipped from his mouth. "Anything you want to do, Jenny," he sighed out. "Anything."

He returned to her breast, tugging gently at the hardened nipple with tongue and lips. His hands slid down her ribs and up, cupping the soft mounds and making it easier to move from one brown peak to the other. For long minutes he was content like this, cupping and squeezing her breasts and moving from one to the other as the mood struck him.

John's hips shifted as he crawled backwards, and his slightly-hardened manhood slipped from her sex. As he moved he kissed down over the planes of her ribs and onto her stomach, pausing from time to time to gently bite and lick. Eventually, his tongue circled her navel, and he looked up to meet her eyes. "I can smell us," he murmured, planting a kiss on the skin just below her navel. "God, we even smell good together."
 
John was content to stay like this and Jenny was content to allow him. She laid back and slid her hands back into his hair as his lips moved over her nipples and breasts. She could feel the love between them as a sort of hazy glow spread across their bed, around their room, inside her and all around her. She felt as though John almost...worshiped her body with his. It was an incredible feeling.

Then he started moving down again. Jenny opened her eyes and looked down, the top of John's head sliding further and further away. As predicted as he slipped out of her body she felt somewhat empty, particularly as his seed slid down her thigh and onto the sheets. Her muscles tightened whenever he bit at a particularly ticklish spot, and when his tongue rimmed her bellybutton she squirmed and laughed.

"John that tickles!" Jenny giggled, jerking her hips but trying not to move too much. Still John moved downward.

"I can smell us," he murmured, planting a kiss on the skin just below her navel. "God, we even smell good together."

Jenny smiled. She felt warm and tingly inside, as though lit within. Her chest rose and fell slowly, a feeling of incredible serenity washing over her.

"Because we were made for each other," Jenny murmured in return, sliding her nails against his scalp. "God made us for each other, John. There's nothing we can't do together that won't be wonderful."
 
John grinned at her giggling laughter, and rimmed her belly button again when she protested that it tickled. The pleasant motion of her body as she squirmed and laughed was worth experiencing, more than once. "I can smell us," he murmured, planting a kiss on the skin just below her navel. "God, we even smell good together."

"Because we were made for each other," Jenny murmured in return, sliding her nails against his scalp. "God made us for each other, John. There's nothing we can't do together that won't be wonderful."

He smiled back up at her again. "Nothing at all," he agreed. Then he slid lower, kissing just above the wet tangle of red curls between her legs. He rested his head on her thigh, stroking his fingers through the curls, feeling the lips of her sex and looking at the pearly tracks where his seed had leaked from her. Curious, he parted gently opened her with his fingertips. "So this is what they're talking about when they talk about the 'Gates of Paradise'." He glanced up along her body. "Because I certainly found paradise within them."

John stroked a fingertip between her lips, feeling the slick delicate flesh move. "Does that feel good?" he wondered aloud.
 
Jenny looked down at her husband as he rested his head on her thigh after kissing her just above her slick mound. She watched him watching her, stroking the hair on his head as he pulled his fingers through her unruly curls. She was quietly a little embarrassed, unsure of if she should have done something with that. She had heard that sometimes girls in France cut it all off...but John had never been with a French girl. He was with her, and her alone. The thought made her serene smile even wider.

"So this is what they're talking about when they talk about the 'Gates of Paradise.' Because I certainly found paradise within them."

"Johnathan Sparrow that's blasphemy." Jenny tapped him gently on the head but her smile indicated that she wasn't actually chiding him. She slid her leg slowly over his shoulder, nudging his chin with her knee. The sole of her foot slid down his ribs and across his back. He slid his fingertip between her lips and stroked her gently, causing Jenny to gasp and arch her back as John asked her if it felt good.

"Oh God yes John," she groaned, gripping the sheets gently.
 
"Johnathan Sparrow that's blasphemy." Jenny tapped him gently on the head.

"God made you," he answered mildly, winking. "So how can it be blasphemy, to praise His greatest creation?" He stroked a fingertip between her lips, feeling the slick delicate flesh move. "Does that feel good?" he wondered aloud.

"Oh God yes John," she groaned, gripping the sheets gently.

He tried it again, turning his head slightly to kiss and nip at the inside of her thigh. "Really?" he teased, spreading her open a little more. "Are you sure? We can't be too careful with this..." His fingers slipped within her, exploring further, and he groaned aloud when the digit sank to the second knuckle in her. He could feel her tender walls, well-lubricated with her juices and his seed, clamping around his exploring finger. Then, twisting a little, he rotated his hand and slid his thumb up along her lips. Where he found a little nub of flesh. Grinning, he circled it gently, rocking his palm forward and causing his exploring finger to slip out to the first joint.
 
Jenny's thigh twitched as her husband nipped at it, halfway between ticklish and tender from arousal. She bit her lip as John teased her with his words and his fingers. She grinned and wiggled a little, though the wiggling stopped abruptly as he slipped one finger inside her. She felt her inner walls close around his finger as she pushed her hips up against his hand.

Then he found it. John sank his finger deeper into her before curling his finger up and sliding it out a little to find her clit with his thumb. Jenny, typically unfamiliar with her body, didn't realize just exactly how sensitive this area was. Her grip on the sheets tightened as she moved beneath him and slid one hand into his hair.

"John!" Jenny gasped, biting her lip. "Mmmmoohhh fuck! Oh!"

She sat up a little and covered her mouth with the hand that had been tangled in his hair, eyes wide. She had picked up foul language from the sailors of course but she had never said that word before! Jenny looked down at her husband, eyes still wide, an embarrassed grin blossoming behind her hand. She laughed, but that laugh was cut off by another moan as John's thumb circled her clit again.
 
"John!" Jenny gasped, biting her lip. "Mmmmoohhh fuck! Oh!"

John looked up at that, startled. Not offended, mind you - something about the way she'd cried that out had shot straight through him, making his cock twitch and harden. He gave her a wicked smile as she released his hair and covered her mouth in embarrassment, and he circled the sensitive nub of flesh with his thumb once more. Her nervous laughter cut off with another moan. "It's all wonderful," he repeated, watching her reactions.

He began working his finger in and out of her, enjoying the wet sounds and the feeling of her walls clenching around him. His lips found her thigh again, nibbling slowly along her skin as his thumb worked her clit. Then he looked up again, face speculative. "I wonder..." His thumb slipped away, and he leaned forward a little and kissed her instead.
 
Jenny couldn't help but smile as John reassured her. Her hand returned to his hair as she moved beneath him, pressing her head back into the pillow. She whimpered gently as his finger worked in and out of her. Her eyes was closed, a smile playing at her lips, as John nibbled up the inside of her thigh.

"Wonder what?" Jenny wasn't looking down at her husband. She was enjoying too much the way he pampered her, the way he seemed to worship her body with his.

Her eyes shot open in surprise, therefore, when she felt his lips against her tender clit. Jenny gasped and looked down to find John's dark head between her legs. Her thighs quivered and her fingers clenched in his hair, resisting the urge to pull his face more firmly against her slick snatch.

"Yes John!" Jenny's voice wasn't much louder than a whisper. "Mmm...yes that feels so good."
 
"Yes John!" Jenny's voice wasn't much louder than a whisper. "Mmm...yes that feels so good."

John lifted his face a little, mouth damp from the the quick contact with her lips. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her taste. Strong, a much more intense version of the mingled scent of her arousal and their orgasms. But in the moment he took to consider that, he also thought about his wife's reaction to his mouth on her sex. And he came to a conclusion.

This was how his Jenny tasted. And if he wasn't sure about that taste now, then by God he'd learn to love it.

"Tastes good too," he said, lowering his mouth to her again, catching her bud with his lips and rolling it gently with his tongue. "God, you taste good." He sucked gently at her - the flesh was soft, so he was reluctant to do anything too aggressive - and continued to work his finger in and out of her. "I wonder..." he murmured, breath hot on her lips, "can I get you to come away for me like this? With fingers and mouth?"

Determined to see if he could, he circled her clit with his tongue.
 
"Tastes good too."

Jenny smiled, somewhat nervously, at his appraisal. She hadn't even thought to think of how she might smell or taste. John lowered his mouth to her nub again and though she was more prepared for it, she still wasn't fully braced for it. She chewed her tongue gently in anticipation as his face seemed to lower in slow motion toward her sensitive bud. She gasped and let a small "mmm" escape her lips as he slowly suckled at her clit, gently sliding his tongue across it.

The new Mrs. Sparrow barely registered what her husband was saying as he commented on how she tasted. She was too preoccupied trying not to pitch too much in their bed as he gently sucked on her sensitive nub while his finger worked in and out. She wasn't sure if his question was rhetorical or even directed to her; he seemed to be wondering aloud. Either way it was an unnecessary question. Of course she would come away for him like that! And in short order, too, if he kept it up.

Then he circled her with his tongue. "Oh God John!" Jenny's voice had risen to a yelp as her abs tightened and she gripped his hair, pulling his face a bit more firmly against her wet snatch. Her voice fell back to a strangled whisper as he continued and she arched her back, closing her eyes against the intensity. "Ooohhhah f-f-fuck John..."
 
Jenny answered his largely rhetorical question by tightening her fingers in his hair and arching her back, profanely begging him to continue. John responded by moaning his pleasure into her soaking pussy and sucking at her clit. His cock, almost painfully rigid now, throbbed.

He worked a second finger in as he fucked his wife with his hand, spreading and filling her a little more. God, she felt good, and he was tempted to stop. Stop and feel her gripping his cock instead as they coupled.

Then he smiled, and thrust his tongue deep into her along with his fingers. Plenty of time for that, later. This, right now, was all about Jenny. And so he let his fingers slip from her sex, tracing a damp trail over her thigh, and began alternating between licking her lips and thrusting his tonue deep into her channel.
 
The pleasure was blinding. Before, when she had managed to open her eyes, she had seen John and their room and everything around her. Not now. The ecstasy was too much and when she could open her eyes all she saw was the white of the ceiling and walls and only the blurry outlines of things, even John. She couldn't have focused if she'd wanted to.

"Mm...mm John I...oh God..."

Jenny was only capable of mewls and moans anymore. She dug her heels into the mattress, arching her back further as she came closer to the edge of oblivion. Her breath came in uneven gasps as she struggled for air.

"JohnI'mcloseI'mgonna--" She cut herself off with a half-scream as her inner walls clamped around his tongue. She convulsed a little as his tongue met her overly sensitive clit and she had to pull his head away as she gasped for air.
 
John crawled up to lay next to his wife, who was still heaving and gasping with the aftershock of her orgasm. "That," he breathed, "was amazing. And... you know what? With some practice, I may be able to get good at it." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close (and letting him feel his hard cock against her thigh for good measure). For a moment he considered kissing her, but didn't quite feel confident that she'd approve. Not with his mouth and chin still wet with her juices. So he contented himself with trailing his fingers up and down her side and over her stomach.

The contact made his cock twitch, and he made a little moaning sound. "God," he breathed, "I smell you, every time I breathe." His fingers stroked her cheek and lips. "And, my God but I love you."

His cock twitched again. Glancing down at it, he laughed. "Well, all right. I also want you. But... maybe you want to go exploring now?"

John wasn't even sure what he meant by that. But the idea of Jenny touching him - anywhere - was intoxicating to him.
 
"Able...able to...get...to get good? Better...than that?" Jenny laughed weakly as air slowly came back to her lungs. "I love you too John. Holy God above I love you more than anything in this world." She smiled as he came up and wrapped his arms around her, a smile that grew wider as she felt his cock twitch against her. He was ready, and she was nervous. She played for time by kissing him hard.

She didn't know what she should have expected, but whatever it was it wasn't this. Jenny was surprised by the taste on his lips and pulled back to look him in the eye, a look of slight amazement on her face. "Is that what it tastes like?" She was a little stunned, but didn't have time to think about it as she leaned up and kissed him again, hard, pulling him down with her as she regained the ability to move.

"...Maybe you want to go exploring now?"

Jenny smiled and kissed his neck, already on her way down. Her lips trailed over his collar bone, his chest, his stomach. She stopped and looked up at him, grinning wickedly before lowering her tongue to John's flesh. It was her turn to rim his bellybutton with her tongue before continuing her journey. Looking up at her husband for his reaction, unsure of what entirely to do, Jenny took his cock into her hand and stroked it slowly, gently. She leaned in to kiss John's warm flesh, slowly kissing her way from base to tip. She was nervous, but when she gently licked the head of his cock she found the taste salty and a bit tangy. John's cock was treated to a few more gentle laps before Jenny looked up at him once more as she slid her lips over his stiff flesh.
 
Jenny seemed startled when she kissed him, unsure what to make of her own taste. But before he could answer her question she was pushing him back and kissing him hard, and then her lips were liquid fire on his throat, his chest, his stomach. She looked wild and wanton, her long red hair twisted and tangled from their love-making, and there was a hunger in her eyes that made him ache for her.

Her tongue on his navel made him try to gasp and laugh, though, and he jerked and twitched in an effort to escape the sensation. He didn't try too hard, though. "Tickles," he managed.

But then, she was down between his legs, looking up at him questioningly. "Jenny, love? What are - oh, God!" Her hand gripped his shaft and slipped up and down, and he bucked his hips as he gasped his...

"Ah!" The breath exploded from his longs as her lips caressed the sensitive skin at his base, before trailing kisses of molten gold up his shaft. He grabbed fistfulls of the bedsheets when she licked his head, and moaned for as she continued to lap at him.

"God above, Jenny," he gasped out when she finally stopped, eyes turning upwards to looh at him. "Was... was that what... wha-AAAAH!" Whatever he was going to ask was lost in a sharp cry of pleasure as her lips closed softly around him.
 
Jenny couldn't help but smile as she kissed along John's shaft and he grabbed the sheets, moaning as she slowly licked his head. He seemed about to ask a question, but he never got to finish. She smiled around his shaft as he cut himself off with a yell. She groaned softly against his flesh as she sucked his head gently before sliding more slowly down.

She couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Jenny had wanted to fit it all, to give him as much pleasure as he had given her, but she couldn't. She felt the tip of John's cock touch the back of her throat and came up a little, suppressing her gag reflex, and saw there was still maybe an inch and a half left. Still, it was better than nothing. One hand gripped her husband's hip while the other curled around the base of his shaft loosely, letting her hand fall a little so she could gently massage his testicles. He seemed to have liked that. Jenny's long, curly hair spread over John's stomach and across the sheets as her head bobbed up and down his shaft slowly, moaning as she went. As she slowly brought her lips back up from the base she slid her tongue in a serpentine pattern over the underside of his cock, unsure if that would make a difference but willing to try.
 
God in Heaven, what was Jenny doing to him?

Technically, John knew that all he really had to do to find out was look. But, just the feel of her mouth swallowing his shaft was making it hard to breathe, or think, or do anything but gasp and groan incoherently. But, maybe he should...

A spasm of pleasure shot through him, and John's body arched and his head rolled back. "Fffuuuuuck..." he wheezed out, not even aware of his profanity. "'s good, Jenny..."

Her hand curled around his hip, and he forced himself to open his eyes. And there was his darling Jenny, most all of his cock in her mouth, watching him through a veil of her long red hair in a lascivious parody of modesty. For an instant he could see her smile around his shaft, and then the world went dim as she began to massage his balls and drag her lips and tongue up his shaft.

"God!" he gasped out, voice harsh. "God... Jenny... dunno... dunno how... how much..." His words vanished in an incoherent keening of pleasure as her tongue slithered up the underside of his shaft, and he throbbed and pulsed in response. One of his hands tangled in her hair as his hips rose up to meet her mouth. "Cl... close," he managed to gasp out. "So... close."

Would she climb up on him, fuck him while he moved beneath her? Or... but... he'd brought her away with his mouth. Would she do the same? The thought thrilled and unnerved him simultaneously. But, when he tried to weigh in with an opinion, all he could gasp out was: "Yours! Jenny! God! Fuck me! Jenny! Fuck! Me!"
 
Jenny surprised herself when an amused chuckle escaped as John let out a long profanity, insisting it was good. He opened his eyes and when their gazes met a thrill of excitement and arousal shot through her body. Her husband gasped out for God, gasped out for her. For her! His shaft throbbed in her mouth and she groaned, swallowing around it as he tangled his hand in her hair.

He was close. Jenny wanted to bring John to his climax the way he had her. She sucked harder as she slid her mouth up his shaft, groaning as she swirled her tongue around his head. But then, suddenly, he was begging. Mrs. Sparrow's husband was begging her.

"Yours! Jenny! God! Fuck me! Fuck! Me!"

Could she do that? Did women get up on top of their men? Did they take control the way he had earlier? It didn't seem...like the way things were done. But it didn't matter, Jenny realized. John wanted her to fuck him, so she would fuck him. What John wanted John would get. Slowly Jenny slid her lips up off of his cock, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them. She smiled as she pushed her hair out of her face, crawling up her husband's body, kissing her way back up his stomach and chest.

Jenny's mouth fell open slightly as she lowered herself onto his stiff, thick cock and moved slowly. She braced herself with hands on either side of his head. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved before lowering her lips to kiss John's forehead, sliding her arm under his head and tangling her fingers in his hair. Jenny traced kisses across his forehead and temple, over to the ridge of his ear where she nibbled gently.

"Come away for me, John," Jenny whispered in his ear. "Oh God please come away my love."
 
John's convulsing body collapsed to the bed as Jenny's mouth slid off his cock, and he made a whimpering sound that was part relief and part disappointment. She had been working magic on him, some primal witchcraft that could bind a man and make him her willing slave, and the sensations had been so intense he'd feared he might die. But, with his cock bobbing in the air so close to his pleasure, he only wanted relief. And, tell the truth, he'd more than half hoped to feel her mouth on him when he finally climaxed.

The mattress creaked as the Jenny moved. He looked, watching her smiling at him, lust and love in her eyes as she crawled over his body. Her every movement brushed warm skin against his agonized, throbbing dick, and he groaned aloud as she kissed her way over his stomach and chest.

She held herself for a moment, and he could feel her wet lips brushing against his cock. And then she leaned over him, breasts touching his face as "Oh GOD!" he cried out, feeling her slick sex engulf his cock. "GOD, Jenny!" he cried again, hips involuntarily rising to meet her.

She kissed him, lips teasing his face and ear as he'd teased her, and her fingers tangled into his hair. He groaned again, arching his body into hers, feeling her pussy slip deeper around his cock and her legs grip his hips and her breasts against his chest. "Fuck, Jenny," he gasped, head rolling back. "Fuck me Jenny... so close... so goddamn close..."

"Come away for me, John," Jenny whispered in his ear. "Oh God please come away my love."

His hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging hard into her legs and the curve of her rear. In response to her words he began fucking upwards, slamming upwards into his wife and whimpering and begging wordlessly for her. His cock felt like an iron bar, so rigid it was almost painful, and his every movement within her slick sex was delicious torture.

"Fuck," he groaned out, his speech reduced to a series of incoherent cries. "Fuck... Jenny... God... fuck... me... fuck... Jenny... nearly... nearly... there..."
 
Jenny gasped quietly as John slammed himself into her hard. It was difficult but she managed to match his pace. She discovered as she gripped the edge of the mattress over his head for support and leverage that if she shifted her hips just right, his shaft would rub against her clit in a way that was, in a word, divine.

"John," Jenny gasped, looking down into his eyes as they came together over and over, "John let me bring you away. Oh God...fuck...scream for me, John."

She was so close...but this was all about John. She shifted her hips again, resolving to reach her third--or would it be fourth?--climax of the night once her husband had had his pleasure. Even if that meant doing it herself. Jenny's thighs gripped him as though she were riding a horse, their skin making a wet sound every time they met and the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall.

"Come away inside me," Jenny gasped, her voice husky as she leaned her forehead against John's. "Oh God I want to feel your seed deep inside me my love. Fuck...please John!"
 
"John," Jenny gasped, looking down into his eyes as they came together over and over, "John let me bring you away. Oh God...fuck...scream for me, John."

He could barely speak, just gasp and grunt and repeat her name now. His hands roamed her body, cupping er breasts and rolling her nipples, sliding over her back and gripping her rear as he fucked up into her and she met him thrust for thrust. He wet walls gripped and clung to his painfully rigid cock.

"Come away inside me," Jenny gasped, her voice husky as she leaned her forehead against John's. "Oh God I want to feel your seed deep inside me my love. Fuck...please John!"

His whole body went rigid as he arched beneath her, driving his cock into her pussy as deep as he could manage, fingernails diigging into her skin as he gripped the curve of her rear with bruising force. His head rolled back as he impossibly seemed to harden a little more within her. And then his balls tightened and his shaft trobbed and pulsed and he screamed a wordless cry of triumph and release as his orgasm took him and he began pumping his thick, hot seed up into Jenny's womb.
 
Jenny's fingers gripped her husband's shoulders as his hands roamed over her body. It was her name...all he could say was her name, and that was impossibly wonderful. Her nails pressed into his flesh and slid down his chest as she felt John's entire body stiffen as he drove his cock into her, deep and hard, one last time. She pressed her hips forward against his, driving him just a little deeper into her, until their hips met and John Sparrow literally couldn't be any deeper inside his wife.

"Oh fuck John!" Jenny gasped her husband's name as he screamed, gripping her rear, very likely bruising it. She had started to slide a hand between them to touch herself, but it wasn't necessary. She had already been close and the feeling of his seed spilling inside of her was enough to push her over the edge. Mrs. Sparrow buried her face in John's neck, wrapping her arms around his middle as they began to come down, once again unwilling to uncouple herself from her husband.

"That...was incredible..." Jenny panted at last, kissing John's neck and smiling.
 
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