Dianne watched the tears of helpless rage fill her husband, the senator’s eyes, at last giving way to crushed subjugation, as slowly he moved forward, slipping out of his robe, his reluctant long thick c0ck caught in a half erection the sight of which sent a series of shivers along her spine… onto the bed… crawling between her legs subserviently, until his face was directly above her loins only inches from her now gently palpitating v@ginal split. She could feel his warm breath against the silken strands of her pubic hair and wild sensations of dictatorial lust swirled within her sensuous, vibrant body as she reached down and grasped his head, pressing his mouth tight against the soft flanges of her cunT lips.
“Lick, Senator!” she ordered, her breath catching ecstatically in her throat. “Lick my pu$sy damn you!”
And he did, obediently, as she lay back sighing, the words of Boufflers suddenly coming to her: “How beautiful is victory, but how dear!”