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Certified husband guy Ilya Rozanov after someone calls him a cocksucker on the ice: Have you seen my husband? Yes, I suck his cock. So sad for you that you will never get to.

Ilya Rozanov, showing up late to a gala after his husband, Shane Hollander, was away for some commercial shoot and he didn't get to see him before the event, looking genuinely frantic: Have you seen my husband anywhere??

Ilya out for lunch with Shane, when the bill comes along: Oh, my rich hockey player husband will take care of that.

Ilya Rozanov, drunk out of his mind at his husband-mandated night out with Cliff (because he needs the enrichment), not so gently turning down some woman who's blatantly flirting with him: Do you even know who my husband is???

Jack Abbot who decided that he wanted you to have his kids. He was getting older and in his list of aspirations in the middle of to ‘be a good doctor’ and ‘be a perfect husband’ was ‘be a great dad’. His first two aspirations were completed, which meant that there was one more thing he needed to get done. Thankfully he had you, his pretty little wife to help him achieve his goal.

Jack Abbot whose first order was to check on his own fertility count. But clearly he took good care of himself, with the exception of a horrendous sleeping schedule, and that showed in his great results. Once that was out of the way, he needed to inspect you.

Jack Abbot who had woken up wanting to have a serious talk about having kids until he saw you bent over, ass in the air, cheeks flushed from the physical effort. And really there was nothing stopping him from propping you up into his arms and fast walking into the room, stopping the instinct he had of just tearing your clothes away and taking you then and there.

Jack Abbot who lays you down on your shared bed as you throw him an inquisitive glance, after all, you were in the middle of your home yoga practice when your husband had picked you up without a word.

Jack Abbot who met your lips with his, silencing your surprise by swiping in his tongue, loving how you taste. He had prowled over you, hazel eyes dark with need, taking what he wanted as he slowly started grinding his bulge over your cunt, only separated by the thin fabric of leggings. 

Jack Abbot who whispered in your ear about a pussy inspection, that he wanted to make sure that ‘His perfect girl could take his seed’. And of course that made you gasp at how dirty he sounded, but in reality you loved it, loved how he made you feel so made for him.

Jack Abbot who actually ripped your leggings apart one handedly but you were too horny, too lost in the kiss to care.

Jack Abbot who drew shapeless patterns down your neck with his tongue, sucking on your nipples before letting go with a resounding pop. Continuing his trajectory downwards until he left a perfect lick where you needed him most.

Jack Abbot who chuckled when he started sucking on your clit, his hands holding your hips down as you tried to buck up for even more friction.

Jack Abbot who made you cum once before explaining clearly what he was going to do with his fingers.

“Sweetheart you’re going to take one finger first, and then I’ll inch in the others slowly, you get it? 'm wanna make sure your pussy is perfect, so I can make you the mom of my children”

Jack Abbot who follows through, enjoying the quelching sound of him entering your warmth, the way your eyes rolled back when three of his fingers pistoned into you at a fast pace after you passed his first inspection, the way your eyes rolled back when he finally used his cock. 

Jack Abbot who cums not once, not twice, but three times just from imagining you as the mother of his children, already knowing how soft and patient you would be. He then holds up your legs as though it was scientific, and continuously pushes his cum back deep into you when it threatened to spill onto the sheets, not caring as your body shuddered from overstimulation. 

Jack Abbot who made a mental note to look up which positions would be most likely to lead to pregnancy.