I love when he lick my ass hole...its drive me crazy

He’s still miles away, but not for much longer. This is the one of the latest "souvenir" he sent to keep me company while we count down the final days of being apart. I love how he lets me into his most private, quiet moments—even something as simple as his morning shower becomes a beautiful reminder of what’s waiting for me. Watching him find release while thinking of us makes the distance feel so much smaller. The wait is almost over, but until then, I’m holding onto every second of this.

In our last video, I was the one taking the lead. This time, we kept our promise — and I handed him the reins. What followed was rougher, more intense, and full of trust. He explored his dominant side — holding me, guiding me, being bold and raw — and I let go completely. There were spanks, deep kisses, and moments where he took me with such focus and care, it felt like the world disappeared. Even in the rougher moments, it was deeply connected — a reminder that kink can still be love, and intensity doesn’t mean distance. We’re growing, exploring, and learning what it means to feel safe enough to let your partner truly have you. And that kind of vulnerability? It’s the hottest thing there is.

They say long-term relationships get comfortable, but for us, 'comfortable' means knowing exactly how to drive each other crazy. We’ve been together for ten beautiful years, and today felt just like the very first time. No performance, no filters—just pure, deep connection, familiar skin, and a passion that has only grown stronger with time. This is what a decade of choosing each other looks like. Slow, intense, and hopelessly in love.

He turned the camera on only to adjust a few settings from his phone. But while he was busy, I decided to have some fun of my own. At first it was just teasing, playful touches… until he put the phone aside and let me take over completely. What was meant to be a simple setup turned into a very different kind of moment between us..

We started just sitting across from each other, letting the tension build in the quiet space between us. I love those unhurried moments when our hands just explore, remembering the contours of each other's bodies. When things got more intense, it wasn't about a performance—it was just about finding our collective rhythm. Bringing in the toy added this amazing, intense layer of vibration that we shared completely, feeling every single pulse together until the very end. It felt so incredibly real, raw, and close.

I love to make love.. specially when its happen everyday, but my pussy is so tight and sometimes you can not control yourself and can cum inside... that is so risky, but its makes me more horny and so exited...i like to feel warm sperm inside me, when i pulsing after orgasm...hope you enjoy the video

I love the way our mornings start — slow, warm, and full of love. He holds me close, kisses my neck, traces my skin like he’s memorizing every inch. There’s no rush, just us. When he goes down on me, it’s with such care and intention — like it’s his favorite way to say “I love you.” Then he slowly enters me, face to face, our lips meeting, our bodies moving in rhythm. We stay connected the whole time, even when we shift to our favorite side position. I feel safe, desired, adored. This is what making love looks like for us. Soft, real, and deeply intimate. I hope it touches you too.

it was early morning...we walking on the empty beach and decided fast fuck till nobody there

This is us just being us—vulnerable, playful, and completely lost in each other. No lighting crews, no perfect angles, just a genuinely hot afternoon in our bedroom.  We start with those deep, slow kisses that make everything else fade away, leading into some incredibly intense, intimate oral exploration that hits all the right spots. You’ll see the view shift between his perspective and mine, capturing the real connection and the heavy breathing as we move into a deeply passionate missionary rhythm. It ends with a beautifully messy, honest release right on my skin. This is what real pleasure, mutual desire, and trust look like.

I was away, but he made sure I didn’t feel far. Mark sent me this while I was traveling — no rush, no performance. Just him, slowly undressing, letting the tension build, letting me imagine every second of it. I watched him give himself over to sensation, not using his hands, just trusting the rhythm and staying with the feeling. It felt personal. Intentional. Like a secret meant only for me. This wasn’t about showing off. It was about staying connected while we were apart. He recorded this for my eyes only — and I felt it, all the way from where I was.