Novel & Cerita Spoil My Sweet Widow

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”

, the words abruptly came out of her mouth without rethinking again . " What ! A murderer ? ", At her response a sudden look of disappointment fall over his face as if he had just missed a train. " Yeah am not going to stay with a man whose reputation is vile ", She countered again in the coldest tone she could muster up. " My reputation is vile but am not a murderer so better watch out" , He growled. " Err ! Ahh ! Why do you act surprised, don't you know the innocent ladies you have so far killed after sleeping with them ", Even when she saw the way his icy blue eyes turned out to dark brown she still provoked while chuckling .

“Your husband was my best friend… and I’m here balls-deep in his widow.” He railed her relentlessly, then flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her ass up high. He slammed back into her from behind, fucking her doggy-style on the desk while the boxes of her late husband’s belongings surrounded them. “I’m going to cum inside you,” he growled. “Gonna fill this grieving widow’s pussy with my load while his things are right here.” Elena came hard, sobbing with pleasure as her walls clenched around him. Marcus buried himself deep and exploded, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum.

“What a coincidence, I didn’t think I will bump into you like this,’ a familiar voice said and she turned her head to look. It was her husband’s step sister; she really loathed that woman a lot. “How are you?” she asked as soon as she saw her. “I am doing fine as you can see. I can see that you came to squander his money like always. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Wendy asked her and she looked at her. She hated people like Wendy, people who were so full of themselves that they thought the world only revolves around them. “How can I be ashamed when I am just spending what my husband makes?” “I cannot believe this. I wonder where he picked such a shameless gold digger like you. It’s just a