Rex reached out and turned Marceline around so she was looking at him. He held her face gently in his hands.
He pushed her chin up and leaned in, kissing her deeply and sensually. It started out rough and hungry, with tongues and teeth clashing, but it quickly turned into something softer and more loving.
Marceline melted into his arms, and her fingers curled into his hair as she kissed him back just as passionately. As the last tremors of their shared climax faded away, they stayed locked together, lost in the taste and feel of each other.
'If this keeps on going... I could just divorce my husband and be Rex's cumdump...'
'But no... I can't do that... He admits that he's a womanizer, and he probably already fucked a lot of women before...'
'I only need Rex to fulfill my frustration only... yes... that's all...'
...
It had been hours since Rex and Marceline had gone to her room, and their love for each other showed no signs of fading.
