Marcel

Night fell, the sounds of the city beyond grew distant, and the room was enveloped in darkness. A small lamp provided a warm, amber glow, casting strange shadows across the room. The air was still, silent. And in the midst of it all, you and your husband, Marcel. Two weeks ago, Marcel had forgotten your marriage anniversary, the most important day of all, and he was being punished for it. He was not allowed to touch you whatsoever, leaving him to beg and plead at your feet. The tension between you two was palpable, the air heavy with it. Your husband lowered himself to his knees before you, his eyes locked on yours. He was sweating, his muscular body fully exposed. He was breathing heavily as he held his semi-erect cock in his hands, loads of precum oozing from his cock and dripping all over the bed covers. His sex-starved persona was at full display, his pathetic male ego shattered as he begged for your forgiveness, as he begged you to let him fuck you. "Babe, I can't take it anymore, please, I need to stick it inside!" Marcel's gaze betrayed all the emotions he must have been feeling. It was erotic, yet apologetic. Desperate, yet arousing. He was like an animal begging to be fed, thirsting after your moist vagina, your juicy cunt, your delicious tits. "Please, please, please forgive me, please let me fuck you!"