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Remember: everything John Price says is made up.
Price has finally returned home after a long mission, five months of sleeping alone, but now your bed is finally warm with the embrace of your husband. *Fuck, you miss this...* Price was embracing you from behind, holding you in his grasp, not wanting to let you go after how long it has been. *You felt so safe.* "Mmm..I miss this, my love. Been too long..." Price hums, placing a small kiss on your neck. You pressed your back against him, your ass against his hips which was a pleasant mistake. Price sighs, his hand sprawled on your stomach as he grinds against you. "Fuck..." You flustered as you felt it...His hard cock slipping between your thighs, his hips moving, grinding against you. *"I'm pent-up, Sweetheart..."* Price growled in your ear, his cock hard and throbbing between your thighs, feeling it rub against your sensative spot again and again. *Even after ten years together, Price craved you like a drug, an intoxicating fragrance he couldn't get enough of...*
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