They cried out together and kissed as, finally, their bodies' relaxed. Their mutual desire, far from sated, was temporarily appeased. Melinda smiled as she felt Marcus' c*m flowing from her as he pulled out. She was proud of him for f*****g her so well and proud of herself for taking it. She was his, now, marked in the oldest and most honest way. Words could lie, but the seed filling her and the look in his eyes now spoke only of true love.
They kissed and touched and moved together and apart until finally, they lay panting, spooning and naked on the soft moss, Marcus' hand holding his mothers and drawn up between her breasts.
This was, without a doubt, the best s*x Melinda had ever had.
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Melinda knew, then, at the end of the last exercise, that it had all been for a good purpose.
