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He moved gently to my inner thigh, kissing my honey pot, using his hand to open my legs wider before placing his tongue to do what he knows how to do best. He tickles me with his tongue, licking and suchlike my pussy as if his life depended on it. “ This feels so good and amazing, can't you see? I love the way you touched me”. I looked straight into his eyes. “ Can you be a better husband for me? Let's live a good life together as a couple”. I want to see his reaction. “ I want to do this with you over again, I would be a better partner, I promise. He moved to my pussy again and continued his magic on me.

He raked his fingers through his hair. "Babe it’s not what you think…”he began to say but his angry wife cut him. "Maybe it’s all my fault that’s why you got tired of me! I shouldn't have let you f*ck me almost all the time! And now you even want women who look like villains in Korean dramas? The types which resemble the female bad character who is a homewrecker?” she asked in a shaky voice. Instead of correcting what his wife said, Luke couldn’t help laughing. He found what his wife said hilarious!

"That was the first babe to have that.........happen." "You are the best!" Kita exhaled deeply as the words left her lips. "You make me the best; it's all because of you." Letting his words leave his lips as he kissed his wife again and again. "I'm starving!" Kenneth stated. "Me too!" Kita laughed as they both struggled to stand upright.

“You don’t have time for me? That’s rich.” I was about to reply, but then he hit me with words sharper than any fever. “This is just karma working,” he said with a cruel smile. “Maybe you’ll die soon, just like your sister. Who knows? I don’t feel anything for you—not even pity. In fact, it makes me happy to see you like this. Weak. Helpless.” I stared at him, numb. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. How could someone look me in the eyes and say something so vile? My own husband.

-she asks humorously. -Be serious, my husband. Before I married you I didn't tell a single lie, now you have made me the queen of all white lies. -She complains, slapping his broad back. -Give me a kiss. -Are you crazy? -I'm not, but my cousin apparently is and she's just coming towards us. It's time to show that you're in love with me and that you love me madly, dear wife. -Ah, what a fuck with that stupid girl. -She said to herself and hugged her husband and then placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

"I think you have bad mood swings, Kenji. Sometimes you are good and sometimes you are an asshole. I can't figure out which one is you." "You're one to talk," he sneered. "You are one I can't understand. You act so tough around me but when it comes to your boyfriend, you're a tamed tiger. It pisses me off." "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have a damn boyfriend!" "Who is Lucas then? Your lover without a label?" he sarcastically asked, chortling that made her scoff and throw another glare. "Sadly, you can never be his wife. You're my wife."

she joked later, sticking out her tongue. Eka is indeed the most articulate when it comes to words. She wears clothespins to make her nose look sharp. Don't you just eat electric poles to be tall? Hahaha... "Yes! You're the best when you talk." Arkana returned to his seat, while Eka again stuck out his tongue, teasing his brother, who lost the argument. The room, which was not too crowded, was now filled with laughter. Eka's presence brings its own joy. Dika kept glancing at his wife who sat next to Bambang Wijaya. Every day, his love for Eka grew.

“Madam Garret, with all due respect, love isn’t something you can just switch on and off like a lightbulb—” “Don’t lecture me about love,” the older woman cut in, her voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “Do you think marriages of this level are made for love? Feelings are fickle. Family, wealth, and power—those are what endure. If you can’t understand that, then perhaps you’re not as bright as I thought.”

She walked to him, bent a bit low, and then began to massage his temples while he lay his head against her breast. "My king, The only d*ck my p*ssy becomes wet and slippery for. Will you have mercy, and please come eat because your burnt offering awaits you." Lucas stopped abruptly from what he was doing and pulled his wife to his lap while smiling. "What kind of saying is that? The only d*ck that makes your p*ssy wet and slippery." "The kind that made you smile, you were too serious, and you didn't eat; I was missing my king," Ava pouted.

"How dirty can a body be? I'm just afraid that the heart is dirty and ends up polluting everything else," Sonnet said in a casual tone. "Sonnet, you!" Jessie was so angry that she was about to jump. Sonnet took two steps closer and said into her ear, "Did you tell Skylar that my husband is mentally challenged?" Jessie's mouth moved, but no words came out of it. "Jessie, if you want to make things difficult for me, I can make it difficult for you to live a good life. The worst case is that we fight like Kilkenny cats. Try me if you don't believe me!" Sonnet said through gritted teeth.