Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Reunion 2

WARNING...21+. Please have a policy in reading.

Harris, with anger at the crown, pulled his wife's hand into the bathroom. Flush it with cold water flowing from the shower.

Harris rubbed his wife's body, in the parts the man touched.

"Harris, sick," cried Kira as Harris half squeezed the front of her body.

Harris didn't make Kira moan at all. The unfortunate thing is, it even makes his actual body already passionate, more passionate.

"Damn it," Harris' inner heart as his blood boiled from looking at his wife's perfectly imprinted body under the water. Those drops of water made her even sexier.

Harris flipped his wife's body against a cold wall with splashes of water forming dew-like dots. Quickly, Harris opened the clothes clad in his legs, making a loud thud as his belt slammed against the floor. Forcibly revealing his wife's body-covering cloth. No longer in shape.

With a bang and a bit of difficulty, Harris jerked himself closer to his wife. More in the raining. It was as if his anger was drowning with him. The small moans that were held back also wrapped in pleasure escaped from Kira's lips which further made Harris crazy.

Kira can only groan. It's rough, but it doesn't make him sick at all. In fact, he really likes it. The wall with plain ceramic light blue, reflecting the movement of two people in front of him. As if you can feel, the passion of two people who are closed even though it is not sleeping, the wall is shaking. Holding back the claws of his clenched nails when his body was unable to withstand the flowing feeling, running through his bloodstream.

"Who is he?" Harris gasped, but continued to come to his wife.

Kira bit her lower lip, while shaking strongly.

"You must be punished, dissident," Harris squeezed some of his wife's body, alternately. The fire grew bigger, smouldering.

Harris too long held back longing for his wife, when he saw Kira in a high school uniform, making his fantasy even more wild. He had been intending to book this place, ever since both of Harris' eyes caught the figure of his wife from a distance.

"You still tight-lipped?" Harris has not assuaged his passion and movement. In fact, the tempo of his movement is getting faster jerking.

"He's, no, who, who," A very long line of words for Kira. It sounded like breath at the end of his vocal cords. Kira is no longer strong to pump his chest, to draw air. His hand squeezed his mouth and the other side propped itself against the dewy wall.

Harris smiled in satisfaction, his wife still conscious and honest under her cradle. Harris groaned, pressing his wife's shoulder closer to him. He was at the end of his miss. It's time for all of them to spill out at the same time. With the water from the shower that falls like a raindrop.

Kira slumps, limps, but Harris quickly catches her. Help Kira finish a cold shower that feels hot.

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Harris packed her wet clothes into a container that provided hotel laundry services. While Kira's uniform is barking in the trash, shapelessly broken.

"Don't be happy first, after eating, you still have to apologize to me properly" Harris said as he turned around from the door where the hotel laundry clerk came out. And found his wife smiling at a glance at the food on the small table that was brought to the bed.

"Yes, but I want to eat first, laper," Kira confirmed the location of the clothes she wore. And making his body sit comfortably, he still felt numb.

"Eat a lot, let it be strong, resist my attack," Harris stunned her bare-chested body in front of Kira.

Kira sneered, "You think I'm weak?"

"Yes, you're weak, you-you proof,"

Kira's palms were faster than express trains, darting to silence her husband's leaking lips.

"Don't talk about it anymore, I want to eat, Brother," said Kira mimicking Rio who called Harris as Brother.

Harris laughed, seeing that his wife was already red.

"I like you to call me Brother" Harris kissed his wife's blushing cheeks.

"You like it?" Kira paused her mouthful, and looked at Harris again.

"Yes, I really like it. I'm a bribe yes, let's hurry, I can't wait to eat you again" whispered Harris sensually.

Kira clucked, and fed as much as spaghetti, until the sauce belepotan on the lips.

Harris painstakingly rubbed his wife's lips with her thumb, which was sometimes directly smoked.

Suddenly, Kira remembered she had to ask him something.

"Why did you get there anyway, Yang? And how do you know that princess?" Kira asked her husband. His hand was still rolling spaghetti in his fork.

"You don't know me? I repeated 3rd grade for skipping a year" Harris replied as he sipped on the smoke-puffing coffee.

Kira nodded, her mouth full.

Kira nodded, "And the Princess?"

"So, Papa and the foundation's founder worked together first, and the Princess at that time was the company's ambassador Papa. We've known him since, but I don't like him, too fragile" Harris replied, checking his phone. Johan who was staying at school just contacted him.

"Rarely that? I see he's sticking a rich leech in your arm?" Kira asked indifferently, after downing water to fill his stomach.

"If I refuse him, he'll be ashamed, don't you believe me?" Harris tickled. At first glance, the dishes were clean. So he took it and put it at the foot of the bed.

"You pay attention to him! You didn't think of me, did you?" Kira inched down, walking towards the side of a glass wall featuring an afternoon view of the city.

Harris followed Kira, and hugged her from behind. Harris knew his wife was just stalling.

"You don't think about me, either, when you hug the man?"

"Who said? I was actually avoiding him, but he pulled me, so yes, as you can see it," replied Kira. Kira wet her throat that was not dry. He was caught stalling, and now, he can only give up, hopefully he doesn't pass out. The second wave is usually more powerful than the first. Kira crossed her legs, expelling the still uncomfortable feeling there. Harris feels oversize to Kira.

"really? You're the most cunning fox I've ever known, so I have to make sure of it again" Harris puts Kira's fragrant hair to the other side. The steep nose traces the base of the neck, which is a black dot of ink right in the middle.

Kira closed her eyes, enjoying her husband's gentle treatment. His breathing began to rise and fall irregularly as a subtle hiss crept up to the tip of his toe, penetrating his brain.

Kira turned to welcome her husband's demands. Urging her to the glass wall, Kira had to hold on if she didn't want to be pushed back. Slowly, the tempo of their game is increasing. Replying to each other, and demanding. Attracting and stalling each other.

"You're the captain, honey," whispered Harris niche Kira's neck. Sniffing, looking for traces.

Blush, tub splashed with color, cheeks red.

Harris impatiently carrying Kira's body is still complete. However, Kira screamed stifled as the soft blue dress neatly split in two. Kira was still thinking about the price tag she pulled just a moment ago.

"You could have ten more, Yang. But after this," Auh, the misty hoarse voice of passion rattled the other side. Scratchy.

Harris led Kira to master it. Unable to resist, Kira just wanted to try, another lesson session that must be caught immediately. Kira's heart was pounding, when something else ruled her. That red hue makes his wife even sweeter.

"You embarrassed?" Harris smiled a satisfied smile.

Kira nodded with her eyes closed and lips drawn inside, neatly clad in her rows of teeth.

"Detach, Honey. This is mine," Harris grabbed the lips that were approaching and moved away from her. His hand pressed against Kira's neck base, enjoying a deep feeling.

Gasping, as if after drowning, Kira pulled herself up. Replacing with a soft squeeze on both of her husband's sturdy shoulders. Harris reluctantly closed, forcing her eyes open, recording the beautiful scene she will always miss.

"You're so beautiful, Kiraku. I like you." Harris's whisper gives Kira a goosebumps, like low-voltage electric shocks, but intensely strikes her. Piled and mixed. Ahhhhh.

"Faster, please," Pinta Kira vaguely. And, Harris developed a triumphant smile.

"Play me, Honey," Harris increasingly attacked Kira from below. Until Kira gently gripped and sucked tightly all over Harris' body.

"Hold on, Baby," Harris pressed Kira's waist down, "I'm coming, Baby, I'm coming, My Kira."

Kira almost choked, but Harris hurriedly patted Kira on the back. So that he could breathe again. However, it drooped limp.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I love you," Harris kissed Kira's forehead, long, long, long. Harris takes Kira on a dream ride amid the hustle and bustle of the city below. No one can bother them, even if the hotel laundry officer, clang of a wall clock or cell phone ringing are both simple. Tired, they are tired after the longing journey that converges at the end of time.

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