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She looked incredibly sexy in them, and they looked so good against her skin.

“I’ve been dying for this moment,” I breathed against her lips.

“You have to be quiet,” she teased. “Or they’ll all know what we’re doing.”

I chuckled and pressed her up against the tent pole in the middle of the room.

Latching onto it with the hand that was behind her back, I used the pole and my strength to hold her up.

“How much do you want to save these panties?” I wondered.

She licked her lips, her eyes wild, before saying, “I’m not particularly attached.”

I ripped them straight off her body.

Naked in my arms, I lowered my zipper with my semi-free hand. My cock bounced free, and the heat of her was like a beacon.

Her legs clung to my waist as I notched myself at her entrance.

“Slide down my cock, wife,” I urged.

She loosened her legs and took me inch by inch.

I used my hand on her ass to control her descent, but it proved useless.

We were both too far gone.

She was too wet.

I was too hard.

And within seconds she was so filled with me that she was crying out in surprise.

“Shh,” I closed my eyes as I tried to control myself.

“Fuck me, Carter,” she ordered.

I pulled out and rammed back in, my cum boiling in my balls. “I’m not…”

She came.

Thank. Fucking. God.

She had to leave in my old t-shirt.

We hadn’t thought ahead to grab her clothes, and since she wasn’t willing to put her dress back on, my t-shirt it was.

I walked with her to the house, going to the guest bedroom where she’d gotten dressed.

I sat down on the bed and watched her get dressed.

Jeans and a t-shirt.

Flats.

When her hair went up into a sleek ponytail, she said, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Perfectly fine,” I admitted. “A few tweaks here and there, but ultimately I feel great.”