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“Tell me you kept in touch with him.” Rosetta winks. “He’s not in my past and definitely in my present. Did you think I’d let him go? He makes my toes curl every single time he’s inside me.” My wild best friend. Lila whistles. “Damn, Rose. That’s filthy.” Elena smiles, a little dreamy as she speaks. “Mine is easy. My husband. He came into my life with so much passion. Still does. The way he touches me…like I’m the only woman who exists. No one has ever made me feel the way he does.”

"I deliberately let him see the message you sent me. I even drugged the stew. There's no way he won't come here." "You're still so pure, Winona. This only proves that not only is your husband bad in bed, but he's also an absolutely useless loser. I'll have to properly punish you. After all, you guessed wrong." After saying that, the man slid his hands up and down Winona's body as she heavily leaned into his arms, moaning the entire time. "You're so annoying, Harold. Remember to turn off the camera by the bed. I don't want to be filmed."

Elena held his gaze, steady and composed. “I’m your wife when the contract requires it,” she said quietly. “Not beyond that.” The words settled between them, simple and clear. No emotion. No exaggeration. Just truth. Adrian didn’t speak immediately. His eyes stayed on her, searching for something—anything—that would make the moment easier to handle. There was nothing there. No reaction for him to control. No resistance to push against. Just distance. He took a slow breath and stepped back, restoring the space between them as his expression shifted back into something more familiar.

Eros looked at her with dilated pupils—he was at war with himself, emotions swirling inside him: rage, frustration, and goddamn desire. He wasn't going to hold back anymore either. So he stepped toward her and grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Do you know what a wife does, Lucy?" he hissed. She didn't answer—their eyes met. "She attends to her husband," Eros continued in a low voice. "In every sense." Lucy froze. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, uncontrollably—she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but her body reacted differently. "I want you, Lucy. From the first moment you walked through that damn door. From the moment you opened that mouth to argue with me, from the moment you looked at

Alejandro’s hands cupped her ass, guiding her movements, pushing her in rhythm with his thrusts. Faster and faster, they moved, skin slapping, bodies colliding in perfect sync. Their illicit contact blurred the world around them, leaving only heat, lust, and desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, wife!” Alejandro groaned, gripping her breasts, voice strained with urgency. Sweat slicked over them, their movements frantic but controlled by mutual instinct. Alejandro buried his face in her neck, needing release desperately. Erin held him tight, both of them riding the wave together.

He was totally hard and wanted to explode inside of his wife. “Fully loaded?” she was panting when she asked. “Yes, so please, no more teases…let me feel you from the inside.” he pleaded as tears escaped from his left eye and Verosha kissed them. Verosha didn’t tease her husband and just positioned his junior and Lium guided her waist. As she went down, both of them moaned and Lium literally exploded from that contact yet it didn’t stop them from making their fourth baby. Lium made sure about it and shoot inside of his wife deeply. Verosha didn’t complain since it's been ten years since they both touch each other intimately.

After feeding her children and husband, she started to get ready to go out, Israel asked her: -What's up, are you going out? -I forgot to tell you that I'm meeting the girls, so I won't be long, it looks like we'll just have a coffee. -Yes, of course, I'll stay with the kids. So Estela, without any remorse, went out for her first extramarital affair, betraying Israel, her husband and Paty, her friend, she and Daniel the same, but they didn't care, that's how they became lovers, without anyone suspecting anything.

As for the horny part. Yeah. Absolutely fucking not. That would be a disaster of catastrophic proportions. Besides, after everything that had happened between us—after getting pregnant with his child under circumstances neither of us could forget—I doubted I was exactly the woman of his fantasies. If anything, I was probably the biggest complication he had ever dragged into his life. The one thing he wished he could undo. "Like I said," Valeria continued with a shrug, "Your husband could be different. Men in our world love fucking mind games, control, emotional torture... all that toxic bullshit that slowly drives women insane."

She answers. “Lest I forget, the little bitch that you call your wife is busy having the best time of her life with another man while you both are supposed to be on your honeymoon,” she mentions again, and this time around she opens her clutch purse and scatters pictures on the table for me to see before walking away gracefully. I pick up the pictures of Valeri and another man on the table with both of them all dressed up as if they are on a date, and they are looking at each other like love-struck idiots.

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!”