AFTER A long night filled with submission and heated desire, I finally collapsed after holding in my release for three hours and stared at the breathtaking woman on my left. She gave me a mischievous grin while toying with her fingernails.

"That was amazing," I said, panting. "that was really amazing."
Carolina chuckled. "That's because I know what I want," she replied. "I'm not some bloody bimbo ye pick up at the pubs."

I furrow my eyebrows, not entirely understanding what she meant. I was still recovering from my high. "What do ye mean by that?"

Carolina pulled me close to her, my head resting on her left tit that was covered up by the comforter. She began to stroke my hair, then started to answer my question. "Most girls know how to fuck, to show their cunts and expect men to devour them at all costs. Women like me, women who know what they want, don't expect a man to fuck or eat them out. We demand, and you serve. However, we don't just, yell at a bloke -- we take our time to know what our submissive is like."

I look down, nodding. "How did you figure me out so well?" I asked. "How did you know that I hadn't had my arse eaten, or that I didn't like being dominated?"

She hummed out a chuckle. "Ye put up a fight, and ye seemed nervous. You kept clenching those gorgeous cheeks of yers." She scruffed my hair. "It's alright, darling. There's a first time for everything."

She grabbed a cigarette and lit its end with a match. "So, is yer girlfriend going to be worried?"

I shrug. "I don't think so. I didn't reply to her text. She said she was sorry and that she loved me, but I don't believe it. She rejected my proposal."

Carolina blew out smoke tendrils and cackled lightly. "That fucking twat doesn't know a thing or two about love. All she knows is how to drop her panties and fuck."

My heart stung at her words. But at the same time, they were sort of true. All Amelia and I ever had between us was sex and hard times. We never talked about marriage, kids, or anything of that nature. Even though Carolina's words were hurting me, I didn't let them affect me.

"If you want a marriage, I can show ye what a marriage truly is." she spoke.

I nodded. "Have you been married before?" I asked.

Carolina nodded. "Yes. I currently am, now." She replied. "My husband is always away, and when he is, I go and find someone. When he comes back, I return back to being a submissive wife."

"Isn't that wrong?" I ask.

She smirked to herself. "Not if he doesn't know about it."

"Well in that case," I say, hovering over her. "I can show you what little boys like to do to naughty girls." I began to kiss her neck and suck on her nipples, causing her to stifle out a few chuckles and then slowly brought out a series of pleasured moans.

As long as Amelia didn't know, it wasn't wrong at all. . .

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