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Abihirt's cock felt solid and hard. The man was still moving. Giving such a powerful impact. Moreau bit her lower lip in the face of such full force. She could also feel her breasts being thrown in various directions following the movement of their bodies. Abihirt's palm suddenly squeezed them. Adjusting their bodies to slightly touch Moreau's shoulders were resting directly on the man's firm chest. She let out a stifled moan. Abihirt's mouth immediately fell on her shoulder. Giving a bite that felt searing. Moreau could not help herself. She moaned for a moment. Writhing with various delicious sensations. Against common sense, she would completely lose. As if burned out by burning desire and feeling her body about to tremble when one of Abihirt's arms slid down, then the man's fingertips began to play with the line of moist flesh—constantly rubbing against the massive dick. "Abi." Moreau wanted to hiss. Wanted to explode all over. A crazy love-making sensat

"We just made love, Honey. But you look like you're thinking about something heavy." Samuel at least was sitting back comfortably watching Barbara's every move as she was putting back on the clothes that were scattered on the floor of the hotel room. He himself was fully dressed. It was just waiting for them to have a conversation after their unbridled passion had been quickly vented. The freedom of making love. Passionate sex. Samuel had no doubts about the married woman, who was now staring at him through ragged breaths. "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable. Sometimes I think back to what Froy said." "Froy?" Samuel's eyebrows shot up. There was hardly any talk like this and suddenly Barbara dropped her butt on the edge of the bed. The woman snorted just as roughly, then replied, "Abi's nephew." "Okay. Then what's wrong with your husband's nephew?" A little curiosity did not stop Samuel from touching Barbara's hips there. They were alre

This was serious talk indeed. Gloriya's destination had been confirmed. However, all decisions were still in Abihirt's hands. Moreau was sure her mother could not comment more after the series of statements unfolded clearly between them. Gloriya even wept for her son after Froy was arrested at the airport by the police while trying to escape—with the assertion that Abihirt was also there. Witnessing the events of the uprising without attempting to take part prevents shame from becoming something on a graded level. What Moreau didn't agree with was that Gloriya's statement sounded exactly like an accusation about her stepfather; that the man was happy to see his nephew in big trouble. She did not defend Abihirt because they were in an illicit relationship. If Froy hadn't gone beyond the pale, or beyond respect—maybe this wouldn't have happened. Abihirt had been quiet for quite some time, even when Froy came close to exposing their secret. The man had not tried to

"You didn't tell me you were going to go and take care of all this until Froy is now in custody at the police station on two reports from you." Barbara didn't want to wait any longer just to say everything that had started bubbling up in her mind after catching up with her husband in their bedroom. Abihirt had just undone the buttons of his shirt one by one, then removed the cloth that clung to his sturdy body in a way that always caught Barbara's attention there. There was something—it seemed different. She frowned when she noticed something that seemed so new, but perhaps it was time to talk about it later. They still had to have a serious discussion. Waiting for Abihirt to say something was almost the thing Barbara wanted to get rid of the most. This time it was a little impatient to watch the man carefully drop his butt on the edge of the bed, so she stomped over to step closer. "I'm talking to you, Abi." There was still no telling when her husband would

Moreau's face instinctively looked up at one of the shelves attached to the wall. It was quite high. Perhaps she needed something just to continue searching, as there was no specific explanation of where Barbara had placed the object, though she had at least gotten a few clues. The faint sound of a cell phone vibrating drew Moreau's attention for a moment. She turned her head again. She frowned when she saw the odd smile on her mother's face. Barbara seemed to have just received a sweet message from someone and did not hesitate to show such a thing to the surface. Perhaps it could be attributed to Abihirt's invisible whereabouts. It was none of her business. Moreau never wanted to interfere with something that was on her list of possible descriptions of Barbara's betrayal. Just trying to focus on her tiptoes while taking a step or two backward just to look for something she needed. There was almost nothing in sight other than finding a few devices fully organiz