Master Lis Pampered Wife の小説・ストーリー

"It's Mr. Lennon. Why are you calling him Peter? Aren't you afraid he and his wife might sew your mouth shut?" Linda raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Peter's married?" "He's not only married—he has a child. So, stop dreaming, little girl." Jeremy cast her a side glance. "Hey, where are you looking?!" Linda quickly crossed her arms over her chest. "Listen, I may be flat as a board, but I'm still a woman, okay!" "Correction—you're just a girl." Jeremy did not bother arguing further. "Now, move." Linda trailed behind Jeremy, her lips moving as she muttered under her breath. However, Jeremy had no interest in finding out what she was saying.

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

“I know I was wrong, but I only did those things because I loved you too much… You were always so busy and never had time for me. I felt so lonely…” She blamed everything on insecurity, on wanting attention, and on wanting love. Daniel quickly forced a smile and looked at me in a flattering way. “Yes, yes, it was all just an act. We only wanted to demonstrate how important she is to you. I know those things made you angry, but we were trying to protect your marriage! Sam, you’re a good man. Please don’t hold this against us.” His fake smile and fawning tone made him look like a clown. When he saw that my expression did not change, he hurriedly gave Rachel a look and whispered, “Rachel, partn

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.”

My hands trembled as I pushed the buttons through their holes, and he clearly noticed. He leaned down, his voice rough as he whispered near my ear. “If you really are my wife…” he murmured softly, squeezing my hip. My body froze. “Why are you so stiff when I touch you?”

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.

“She’s also smart, compassionate, and strong. She runs the Tuscan Rose and does a great job of it. I’m very lucky to have her as a partner.” Whether he meant that or it was all bullshit, it touched me. He fought for me in his own way, showed the men in the room I wasn’t just a trophy wife he fucked at night. I was also valuable to him with my participation in this marriage. If someone were to ask him about Damien, he would have given a similar answer because they were partners. And he talked about me like I was his partner too. “But I doubt any of that is as important as her ability to fuck.” The man laughed before he took a deep drink, as if he didn’t believe Hades was being genuine at all.

Lisa pouted as she helped Guilherme into bed after his ear surgery. The 21-year-old Asian woman with small breasts and a big plump ass was always a bit bratty and annoying, but she tried to keep her attitude in check as she tended to her husband's needs. "I hate that you have to go through this," she said, fluffing his pillow. "But I'll take good care of you, don't worry." Guilherme smiled weakly. "I know you will, my love. You're the best wife a man could ask for."

After promising himself never to return to the pig’s mud. But the pig’s mud always gave him everything he had ever fantasized about – a woman to want him badly. His wife could never give him a fragment of all Pam begged him for. Why would he deny himself? What did loyalty fetch him with Gisela? How long will his body suffer? Now he was at a dilemma as to whether to wake Pam. Or just masturbate to her image. He kept standing for a good 5 minutes. Pam maintained her acting order. From time to time, she would turn sideways or face upfront to reveal her breasts and love passage. In the process of turning and changing her sleeping positions, she’d bounce her butt nicely. And Dashiell would lick h