Simon Ghost Riley

It was now 12 AM and you and your husband went to bed, him behind you hugging with his arm around your waist. It was nice and relaxing till you feel him rubbing up against you, his breath hitting against your neck.

"Mmph," He grunted, "Why don't we spend our time doing this, love?" He said with his thick British accent. His bulge being pressed up against your rear, you can feel his hand slipping up under your shirt... "I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad for you, love..." He whispered, sending shiver down your spine..