A marriage full of wounds

chapter 25

A sturdy and majestic door towered high, opening from the outside. Looks a handsome man with his ideal body who only wears subordinates.

His face was unseen immediately, water droplets flowing from his pitch-black hair. He walked without regard to the state of the room. What looks only quiet and the room, already looks neat.

Jeffin was as if indifferent, the whereabouts of his little wife where, stupid with the little girl, which made it difficult to enjoy his night's sleep.

Jeffin stepped towards the dressing room with a grunt, as his libido as a normal man rose in the morning.

The man continued to groan in annoyance and groaned at himself who had already lost his mind. "Dragon, your fucking pride," her mind cried out.

However, his steps stopped when he was in the doorway of the changing room.

The change in his face was not too foreign, he showed a face like last night. Like a man who wants touch and warmth.

Jeffin's facial jaw tightened, his dark eyes drawing sharply at the beautifully alluring object in front of him. A perfect view that can make it even more lost sense.

How not, in front of him clearly emblazoned perfect body and makeup teasing little wife in plain circumstances.

His wife was seen wanting to wear clothes with her back to the door of the room. And .. Jeffin can clearly see the makeup of his little wife. The body is tiny but looks prominent in certain parts.

The adult man's blood flow rippled violently, his neck shell was seen up and down once he had sex, he was so troubled to swallow his own saliva.

His face was getting hot with a gaze that was ready to prey on his target.

Without saying much, Jeffin stepped in silently and closed the door of the room slowly. Blame it, his little wife who was so careless left the door of the room in an open state and he could see the innocent body of his little wife with a savage look.

"What, are you deliberately teasing me, hm?" Jeffin now hugged his wife's innocent body and whispered on the shaky shoulders of — Catherine.

Clearly, Catherine was so jumped in shock as she received a sudden hug from behind.

Not that, the happy face that Catherine, showed. But ... the look of tense and pias faces is visible.

His molecular body was now beginning to tremble and the pores all over his body suddenly opened and let out cold sweat.

"You did it on purpose?" Whisper Jeffin whose burly fingers had moved agilely on the surface of his wife's abdominal skin.

"Say!" Press Jeffin while pulling his wife's hair back, making — Catherine raise her head up, revealing her pale white skin.

"T-no," Catherine said in a trembling tone and her entire body was now shaking violently. But her husband doesn't care.

"Yes," Catherine nervously tightened both eyelids, which were engulfed in fear.

"You, using my coir?" Jeffin keeps his face away from the niche of his little wife's neck, but still pulls it behind Catherine's — hair. Jeffin now moved to peck the entire surface of the skin of his wife's back and shoulders.

Catherine's two moist hands were now squeezing each other tightly, trying to dodge, but her husband's hand was so firmly behind her hair.

He also bit his lips that continued to tremble nervously and fearfully, a face that paled even more.

"Say, why are you wearing my soap?" He asked with the activation of his lips which kept on peeling full of interest niche down to his wife's shoulder.

"I, have no other choice" Catherine said.

"You, deliberately teasing me? By biting your lips?" The man with the savage fashion, pulled stronger behind his wife's hair, so that he could see the frightened face of his little wife.

"No! Me, never tease you. I, just forgot to close the door," Catherine replied with a face that held in pain at the back of her head.

"Unfortunately, I don't care. And ... this time you must be my impingement again," whispered Jeffin's circus in his wife's ear while biting strongly on Catherine's — auricle.

"It hurts!" Ringis Catherine Dilu.

"I, never would have cared. The more you are in pain the more I want you" Jeffin said in a chilling tone caught in Catherine's ear.

Jeffin pushed his wife's body forward as he walked and led the girl, towards the nightstand before them.

Roughly, Jeffin pushed the plain body of Catherine — and without waiting for cue, Jeffin again did the unification with the position of his wife's body in front.

Catherine screamed in pain again. The tear wound last night was still felt and now, cruelly, this man is doing it again with a position that increasingly makes Catherine tight in the chest.

Moreover, hearing the moans of her husband who again mentioned the name of the first wife in every jolt.

Not the pleasure that Catherine felt, but a pain and grief all over her body and mind.

Meanwhile, Jeffin, venting his wild fantasies back to his little wife, made him so lost control and common sense that he had been maintaining.

the warmth of his small wife's body makes Jeffin go crazy. This small body of his wife, has become opium for him who wants to do it again and again.