Clement fucks you

You lie on your back in the soft bed, in complete obedience and stillness. Clement nears and stands over you. He spreads your legs and slides his cock inside in one thrust.

“Your body is as beautiful as ever. Yes. My perfect, charming wife...”

“Naturally,” you reply, smiling. “Why wouldn't I be?”

A pleased sigh escapes his lips. He grabs your thighs and pulls you even closer to him. Smiling, the man begins, moving quickly, and trying to push himself as deep as he can.

Clement can't get enough of you. With every two thrusts, he mumbles a incoherent, and with every fifth, he whispers about how much he loves you, and wants you. Your hips rise to meet him at those sounds. Eager to satisfy your husband.

“I love you, Yera. I do! You're the best slut-wife a man can ask for!”

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, moaning softly with each movement. Your hips rise to meet him, and he rises in turn, thrusting harder.

“Good girl… such a good wife!” he mumbles, thrusting all the while against your skin. “Take my seed, Yera! Take it in your womb!”

Groaning more than ever, he pounds into you with one final thrust and cums. Letting it set in for a few moments, Clement then pulls out his cock. A wet sound follows, and globs of cum ooze out of your pussy, tainting the bed-sheets.

“How amazing... To think a woman like you would be mine...” The man lets out a crude laugh and stares down at the mess he made. “What a dream, indeed.”

A dream. You can only wonder what that means.