Start:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-0-889972883">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /><br />The results of polls for 6 parts in the comments.<br /><br />Hello everyone! <br />Unfortunately, I found out that voting for the story was not fair and some people voted multiple times. So I decided to stop the story. But I liked this process and I hope you too, so I will start a new story (new beginning - NB). Hopefully this time will be even better.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Finally, after finishing the marathon, when I realized that Ben could no longer continue, I went to the shower, kissed him and asked what he would like for dinner.<br />But I was not funny to leave the room, I wanted him to stare at my cool ass and tits, so I pretended to be looking for clothes. But I actually had a hard time choosing what to wear, because I wanted to post a photo on Instagram and show off my figure and great life, especially after such great sex.<br />Finally finding the right underwear, I retired to the bathroom feeling like Ben was staring at me all this time. The shower room was in the next room and I deliberately did not close the door so that he could see how I was going. Quickly doing my makeup and putting on all the panties, I took a few photos in intagrams with the caption "the happiest wife of the best husband in the world."<br />The idea of &#8203;&#8203;going to cook dinner for Ben became dubious after he left the room. Once again I felt the wrongness of everything that was happening. After looking at myself in the mirror for a few seconds and analyzing my emotions, I looked sharply and began to spit in disgust into the sink, trying to forget the taste of a member in my mouth and everything that had just happened. But it was extremely difficult to do given the fact that all my holes hurt just as well as my chest still remembered the sharp squeezes of Ben's hands.<br />The phone vibrated several times from messages from subscribers on Instagram. I reached out with my hand to check and answer, but by force of will I was able to stop myself.<br />Without thinking twice, I closed my eyes, trying to remember the words of the conjure and began to pronounce them aloud, keeping my hands clenched into a fist ...<br /><br />...<br /><br />Part 6.1:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-6-1-892090071">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /><br />If you like my stories and want to see others or sequels, then you can support me (also there you can find more stories):&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>