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He pushes inside of me and I groan at the feeling of him, inch by perfect inch, filling me up. I start to move my hips underneath him, and we grind together until he’s completely inside me, my mouth falling open as he whispers my name.

Over his shoulder, a shooting star streaks across the clear night sky and then it’s gone, all in under a second. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my husband’s cock buried deep in me, and I realize I don’t want to make a wish at all.

I have everything I’ve ever wished for already.