Our wedding anniversary. My busy husband had adjusted his work schedule for this day. We were supposed to spend some time at a hotel. But tired from his work, he ended up taking a nap, and I had to proceed with the massage I had arranged. How did it come to this? I don't understand. But now, here I am, opening my legs for the therapist beside my beloved husband. Being pressed on the spots of pleasure, my sexual desire is out of control. Apologizing in my heart while suppressing my moans and groans.
