Just a trail of strawberry sherbet sprinkled down the hallway. Which I followed until I reached the end point—a broom closet. Where a pink postage note was stuck to the door with the words, Sex lives here, scribbled in green pen.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Serena was standing inside. Her naked body lit by a single lightbulb. I could see she had tipped the last remains of the sherbet over her pussy.

She flashed me a mischievous smile and said, “Lick it clean.”

Her words were not so much a request but a command. So I did as I was told. I knelt down on the wooden floorboards and roughly parted her pussy lips with my fingers. I began to lick and suck on her clitoris, feeling the tingle of the sherbet on my tongue.

Serena pressed her hips into my face and started to moan.

I kept up the rhythm, slow and steady, until I felt her hand tap my shoulder. It was the signal to stop and give her what she so desperately desired.

A good hard fucking.

Now it was my turn to be the boss.

I got up off my knees, stood up, and unbuckled my black leather belt. Threading it through the loops, one by one, until it was free.

Then I gently wrapped the belt around Serena’s neck. Slowly tightening the loop so that the buckle pressed down on her throat.

“Are you ready for your present?”

“Yes,” she replied, looking directly into my eyes.

I unzipped my fly and gave the belt a firm pull.

Serena gasped.

“I fucking love it!” she cried—her cheeks flushing red.

I forced my hard cock deep inside her tight pussy.

Serena bit down on her lip and began to moan loudly.

This just made me want to fuck her even harder. So I lifted Serena up into my arms and felt her legs grip my waist. Pressing her back hard against the wall, I started to slam my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

Sending us both into a sex-crazed frenzy.

Her tits slapping against my chest with every thrust of my cock.

The pleasure intense and uncontrollable.

I watched her pretty mouth slowly open.

The orgasm exploding between her legs.

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We stood in the hallway.

Catching our breath.

Cum dripping down the inside of Serena’s thigh.

I removed the belt from her neck. Tracing the pink line left behind on her pale skin with my finger.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Do you know what you do to me? How you make me feel?”

“Glad that you married me?” I replied smiling.

Serena laughed. Pulling me closer and pressing her warm lips to my ear.

“Happy anniversary,” she whispered.

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