My Husband Doesn't Love Me
The container held some rusty cans, which cut her face, leaving it disfigured.
He stayed silent for a moment, admiring the beautiful woman before him. She was a graceful girl with chocolate-toned skin and black hair streaked with blonde; her curls were long and perfectly defined. Her eyes were large and light brown, her lips full and sensual. She wasn’t tall, but had wide hips and firm, round breasts. The girl sat beside him, offering a radiant smile.
“Hi, beautiful,” he returned with a small, charming grin.
“What’s your name?” she asked, blushing.