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She's Still His Wife
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2025-07-15 08:00:15DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE
I stepped out of the bathroom.Steam clung to my skin. The towel hung low on my hips, water still dripping down my back.She was lying exactly where I left her.Face soft. Legs parted. The sheets tangled around her like ribbons.Like nothing happened.Like I hadn’t just fucked every trace of another man’s name off her skin.But something itched in my head, because for a second, I thought I saw it.A smile.Not the gentle kind. Not relief. Not affection.No.It looked like satisfaction.It looked like she liked it.I blinked once. Gone.Maybe the steam got to me. Maybe I was seeing things.I dried off, tossed the towel onto the bed without looking at her again.I didn’t feel guilty. Not even a little.She was mine.That mess? The bruises. The come between her thighs. The tremble in her legs.All of i
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