Not the Son of the Prostitute

The Airin-Alex story

His hands raised wanted to touch the shoulder, but he pulled it back because he saw his wife's tired face.

Wife?

Alex only realized that the girl who slept next to him was now legitimately his wife.

The stubborn girl who always pisses him off.

The annoying girl he never thought he would marry.

Alex carefully lifts Airin's slender body, steps in, and immediately gets a welcome from the servants in the house.

Alex only held back a short step, then proceeded back towards their room located on the second floor. He pushed slowly on the door of the room, and immediately moved towards the bed.

Alex slowly laid down his wife and stared at her for a moment. The girl was too slumbering, so she could not feel Alex's hand touching her face.

The man was silent and still observing. It turned out that she was pretty enough to be silent like this, Alex whispered to himself.

Unknowingly he continued to touch, rubbing it, until Alex himself lost control when he began to bring his face closer. The close distance allowed Alex to feel the warm breath of the girl.

Alex tries to turn his face away, avoiding his sudden desire and continues to force him. Forcing him to taste just a little how it feels.

But when he looked back at her. Alex lost control when he looked at the thing that seemed to tease him.

He sighed in frustration, between continuing or holding back. If he continues it maybe Airin will immediately get angry and add nagging him. But, if he's self-reliant .. ahkkk! It was hard to believe that he had to let this golden opportunity go.

This girl is already his wife, right? He is entitled to whatever Airin has.

Without a doubt Alex drew his face closer. He was ready to immerse his possessions in the lips of the girl. But when their distance stayed a few more stops, suddenly the eyes were opened.