MARRIAGE TRAP

RASA

Foyer was bright, waiting for their arrival, and Lyra headed for the stairs as Romy reset the alarm.

The large bed looked inviting, and Lyra took off her shoes followed by her clothes, then headed for the bathroom to clean the makeup and grabbed the flops in her hair.

And finding Romy's fingers in her hair, the man's fingers removed Lyra's fingers and removed her hairpins.

Romy undressed, with the exception of her black panties, and Lyra returned Romy's sharp gaze.

"If it's a warm-up, you're wasting your time" he said in a stiff voice as the man touched his shoulder.

"Why, even though this gives pleasure to both of us."

Romy bowed his head and his lips touched the fragile curve on the side of Lyra's neck.

At the same time he cupped both pa***Lyra and played the peak and felt it harden. He felt Lyra's rapid breathing, and his mouth traced a sensitive spot behind one of the woman's ears.

Carefully one of Romy's hands slid to Lyra's waist, lingering there, then slowly slid down.

"You want me to stop?" Romy hears Lyra's snapping, and begins a rhythmic stimulation that will drive the woman crazy.

"No. fuck you." Lyra's breath fizzed between her teeth as Romy swiftly twisted her body until they faced each other.

Romy kisses Lyra's lips sensually while carrying the woman to climax. Then he clenched Lyra's waist, carefully adjusting her position so that Lyra could receive her body.

Lyra shook her head, and her hair swung on both sides as Romy began to move, and the man took a deep breath as Lyra stuck out her teeth.

It is crazy to feel a touch of Romy, it will bring Lyra into a long erotic experience, a pleasure that will bring her to the threshold of her senses.

But a wild beacon pushes him, and this time it is he who gasps over Lyra's body as the man searches for her sensitive pa**peak until Lyra whimpers and asks him to stop.

Without saying anything, Romy took Lyra to the bedroom and threw them both onto the bed.

Lyra wants more, much more, and she begs Romy to master it when she makes her body so alive, Lyra senses every sensitive nerve, every heartbeat. Oh, my God, every cell in his skin. It belongs to Romy, it belongs to Romy.

After that Romy held her tightly, pulled the blanket and put out the lights, then rubbed his hands slowly on Lyra's back, until the woman calmed down and fell asleep.

Romy had to check the overseas market, make a few phone calls, exchange some funding and divert shares. But all of that can wait.

The comfort and well-being of the woman in his arms is much more important.

So tiny, Romy thought as she fixed Lyra's forehead with her lips. Slim, with smooth curves. Generous and generous, with a toughness he has long admired.

Lyra touched in a place no woman had ever touched. Creeping under his skin, invading his entire senses, and threatening his existence. Romy, who had never been a believer in anyone since the beginning of his life, learned the hardest way that the only one he could trust was himself. A form of defense that prevents it from keeping anyone too close.

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