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83. Visitors
Celia’s POV
It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me.
Did I mention him horny earlier? He is making me one now. I wouldn’t have cared how many marks he left on my neck when I was cooking. But, his hands are to be stopped before they travelled too south. I squeeze my legs in an attempt to put a halt for his luring torments. I should have known. His rough hands lingering between my soft thighs is much worse.
“I am trying to cook.” I
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