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I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

"So what if I have? And anyway how does it concerns you, my dear ex-husband?" That taunting gaze of hers made him fist his palm at his side's. He was feeling angry at his wife's audacity to declare that she has feelings for someone else. Grabbing her wrist all of a sudden he pulled her frame towards him. "If you think a fuc*** piece of contract can stop me from having a claim on you. Then you are badly mistaken, my innocent wife." "You are mine Elle and I will make sure you understand this!" His tight grip on her wrist showed how serious he was.

May be they are related? "What do you mean? I am in my house" she said as she stood up and walked towards me with a mischevious smile on her lips "What is she talking about?" I asked Eros looking at him with confusion "oh...you did not tell her?" the woman asked looking around the house "tell me What?" I asked scared. I don't like where this is going. "I am his wife darling" what the fuck?!

Unable to stay mad at his wife but refusing to give her the satisfaction of getting ahead of him again, Tynan pretended to be inconsolable. From above the heavens, the creator of the G-phone's mysterious system smirked and stretched her hand out. "Pay up!" the Goddess of the Red Thread smirked. Love wasn't dead and she could prove it. The other Gods clicked their tongues in discontent but couldn't argue with it. The goddess won the bet fair and square. It didn't matter if they tempted the couple with money, prestige or other desires, Tynan walked away from every single one of them. It didn't matter if they removed Laura's memories, she still found her way back to him. Their love was genuine

“Is this your wife, Eric? Mina’s younger sister?” Eric sat up straighter, his chest puffing slightly like he had just been handed the mic at a grand event. “Yes, Tina,” he announced, “allow me to introduce you to my beautiful, pregnant, loving wife.” I rolled my eyes so hard I felt like they might pop out of my skull. Why does he keep reminding us that his wife is pregnant? I thought. We can see it. But I kept my mouth shut and watched the scene unfold. Tina’s gaze softened, her smile radiant.

As he filmed, Sandy lowered her face and began lapping her husband's jism from her friend's face. With sloppy sloshing sounds I began pounding my cum-drenched cock furiously as Sandy lapped and sucked at the ropes of her husband's cum. When Sandy had collected all of the errant jism that she could find, she planted a kiss on my wife's mouth. As I watched the two women open their mouths and knew that my wife was tasting another guy's cum, my cock erupted again. I hammered away at it, pumping shot after shot of the thick jism up from my balls and all over my hand. It made no sense that I should find the thought of my loving wife tasting somebody else's cum so erotic, but for whatever perverted

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

“She's different. She doesn't beg a man to sleep with her, she's not cheating like you.” She tightened her fist, and there were furies in her eyes. “Then you leave me no choice.” She motioned to him and kissed him. As his hands were anticipating, he attacked her and pushed her away from him. “Have you gone mad?” “I won't give up now. I want you and I won't stop until you also want me.” She went back to him and forcefully kissed him. She knew how to deal with him, the right part to arouse him. She moved her hand down to his rod and brushed a finger on it tenderly. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered. “No man ever resists this. How long would you be faithful to your dearest wife? I ca

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”