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               I pump into her with the exact speed and precision designed to make us weak
            with lust. I move my hand forward and glide my fingers over her clit for extra
            assurance.
               “Henri…” Sanya tries to sound firm, but it comes out as a moan.
               Her legs quiver, and her inner muscles squeeze me tighter. I rush to get the

            information out because she’s more agreeable pre-orgasm.
               “Everything is beautiful. You will love it. Plus, you didn’t have the stress of
            planning the wedding. Also, we have a valid reason to ditch our family since it will
            now be a honeymoon. Besides I love you with all of my heart and couldn’t wait a
            moment longer to make it official; which also means that we are totally engaged
            because I want nothing more than you marry you…”
               “This is not how you propose, you ass. I can’t tell anyone this story…mmm.”
               Her protest is weak because I have her moments from reaching the Promised
            Land.
               My own orgasm is on the horizon, but I need to seal the deal first. “Sanya, baby.
            Accept it. Say you’ll marry me this weekend, and I promise you that before the
            wedding I’ll give you a romantic, brag-worthy proposal that you’ll be able to talk
            about for decades.”

               With that, I give her everything she craves. My own legs quiver as my balls beg
            for release. It’s always so fucking good with her because my whole body and soul
            participate. All of me loves, craves, and cherishes my quirky  little  former HR
            Manager. I look down at her: legs spread as much as her undies will allow, hands
            gripping the desk, eyes closed, and lips parted – I know I’ll never love another
            woman the way I love her.
               My desperation to make it official prompts me to ask again right before she
            crumbles.
               “What do you say, baby? Shall we move on to forever?”
               “Yes,” she whispers before confirming in a stronger voice. “Yes, Henri.
               I’d marry you right now if I could.”
               “With my dick inside of you?” I moan my question because I’m losing control.
               “Is there any other way?”
               Her response is clipped and short because her tight channel is spasming on my
            cock and moisturizing my  hand as she shakes through her orgasm. I fall right
            behind her after a few shaky pumps. My knees almost give out when Sanya’s hot
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