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28 A S.ex Night
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His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 29 The Passion
"Eva""What?"My fingers caressed his cheek. They are red and hot."Can I f.uck you?" He asked, sucking my throat."Please," he said, blowing hot air into my eardrums in a way I couldn't resist.I nodded in agreement and reached for his p.enis, then held it in my hand. He's big. He is much bigger than I thought. I could feel his pulse beating fast in my garden as he pushed his head against my entrance and explored the edges.I got loose, but not loose enough. I don't know why my body is so tight tonight."AH." He entered my body. It didn't hurt much, but it was almost too much. It's definitely not easy. However, that feeling is so…… There is hunger in every part of my body that he pushes against."You're too big," I moaned."You can have it," he moaned, buried in my neck. His whole body trembled nervously."I can," I told him, in a husky voice.I looked at him. His eyes were closed. The orange light set off against his skin, and his chin was taut."What if it's too much?"Frade lowered
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 30 Can You Teach Me?
I didn't wake up until it was near lunchtime the next day. Frade was lying next to me, resting one hand on my head and the other on the back of his head, staring straight ahead. He seemed to have woken up a long time ago, but he didn't want to disturb me, so he just lay there.Although my body was uncomfortable and my v.agina was tingling from last night's s.ex, the smell of his hormones made me want to have him again.Frade satisfied my desire for s.ex when I was reborn. He brought every cell of my body back to life! I like him, but not just sexually."Are you hungry?" He turned and kissed my forehead. "Would you like to have breakfast in your room?""It's time for lunch!" My voice was hoarse, and last night's moaning left my throat a little tired.I stroked Frade's chest and ran my fingers along his muscular lines. How I wished we were a real couple right now, how I wished I could be close to his heart, but I knew it was Mia and not me that remained in his heart."Frade!" I whispere
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 31 Revenge For The First Time
When Ron saw me, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if I had just gone to the break room once. My face was calm, too. I think we have an unspoken understanding of what happened yesterday. He was delighted to learn how much Frade was planning to bid. He even suggested that I should see Frade more often in private, to get more useful information.I promised to help him as much as I could, and I took the opportunity to suggest that I look for a new bank to borrow money from. Ron trusts me enough to know that the bank I'm looking for is infallible. If an outsider saw us at this time, he must think that we are a loving couple. Over the next few days, however, Ron barely went home to sleep. The tacit understanding between us also lets our final feelings disappear. Our relationship right now is kind of like an open marriage. I don't care who he sleeps with, he doesn't care where I go.Of course, I'm no longer the idiot wife who only serves her husband. I was seeing Frade while Ron was h
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 32 The Devil Inside Of Me
"B.itch!" Muttered the drunk. He flung the empty bottle in my direction. Then he stumbled and the bottle just slipped over my shoulder.The bottle fell to the ground with a shattering sound, and one of the broken necks touched my heel. When the drunkard saw that I had not been hit, the curses in his mouth were even dirtier.I quickly bent down to pick up the neck of the broken bottle. The jagged cracks reflected golden spots of light, but the drunkard's ugly face began to approach. I thrust the end of the neck into his chest."Ah!"Blood flowed from his chest, the broken neck still firmly inserted into his chest. The man tried to reach out and pull the neck out of his chest, but he just took two steps back and slumped over the railing.My fight coach told me that I could attack certain parts of the body, and that people would immediately lose their fighting strength or even die. I believe I am a good student. Because the drunk has completely lost his arrogance. He was curled up on the
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 33 S&M
This is a room filled with all kinds of S&M tools. There was also a cross for binding prisoners, a special chair for torture, and a large bed with white sheets in the innermost corner."Are you afraid?" He stood behind me, his fingers caressing my hair. His voice was gentle, but it sounded like a different person."This is the real you, isn't it?" I stared at everything in the room. They were all new, as if they had been given special permission to greet someone.Did Frade get this for me?"It's not too late for you to quit. I never force anyone!" Frade's breathing rang in my ears, and the heat from his nose rubbed against the skin on the back of my neck!"You're going to tame me here, aren't you?" I turned and looked at him in the eye. His green eyes were like a fog blown away by the wind, and I began to see the complex emotions in his eyes.There is a devil in his gentleman's cloak, and he stands before me now, and when I nod, he will take it off and reveal himself, and he will devo
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 34 Who Is Mia?
"Do you think this teaching method will help me control my desire to kill?" I lay naked on the bed and looked at Frade, who was smoking a cigarette."In my opinion, sexual desire is no different from ho.micidal desire!" He flicked his cigarette into the brown ashtray on the bedside table. "If you can control sexual desire, why can't you control h.omicidal desire?"I lay my head on his lap and looked up at him. White smoke came out of his mouth and nose and hung around his cheeks, and suddenly I thought his perfect face was like a hazy painting hanging on the wall.He looks amazing all the time!"Tell me about her!" I said."Who?" He seemed to know."Mia! You said she looks like me, right?" I was curious about his world, especially Mia. I wonder what kind of woman he is so fascinated by. I wonder what the difference is between me and her.I know I may be asking too much of him. I was also prepared that he would refuse to answer the question.After a moment of silence, he put out his ci
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 35 What Do You Want From Me?
Through the binoculars, I could see the familiar gate of the manor closed. Soon a Lincoln pulled out of the open gate. Jorah, the housekeeper, stood respectfully on one side of the gate, looking at the car as he watched his loved ones leave.Frade found out that my father is flying on a private jet today to a business meeting on an island in the south. So today is a good day!If I remember correctly, every Sunday was the day of rest for the servants of the manor. On the day off, all the servants would go downtown to shop or find a place to relax. After all, no one could stay in the manor all the time. But Jorah is an exception. He never leaves this place at any time unless he has to. He made the manor his home, guarding the last line of defense like a samurai when everyone was gone.I once heard my mother mention that Jorah had been working as a housekeeper before she married my father, and that sometimes he also acted as my father's chauffeur.In my impression, he always looks seriou
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 36 The Twins
Frade took one look at me and he stood up to make room for me again. Frade's body heat lingered on the cushions of the chair, but my brain was flooded with cold water, and every cell in it was working at full speed. Childhood memories flash by like a fast-forward movie. I try to hold on to every memory for fear of missing any details.Jorah is a very tough person, and if I don't ask, he won't talk.I remember when I was young, my father and mother had a heated argument in a locked room. After my father slammed the door and left, Jorah slipped into the room. Through the crack in the door, I saw him squatting on the ground applying medicine to my mother's injured hand.He bowed his head and moved softly. The gentle look in his eyes was like he was healing an injured little female cat."I used to dream that my mother had turned into a white butterfly. She flapped her wings in the distance. She was so pure and beautiful. I wanted to chase her as hard as I could, but the white butterfly fe
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