Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
Satu

The release ended perfectly with something warm flowing down there. Marco looked at the beautiful woman he had just harassed with a completely savage face. It was so tragic that the woman did not stop crying.

"Wake up you useless cheap lady!" In a furious tone of wrath, Marco snapped at the woman heartlessly, then rolled his own innocent body aside to neutralize the foggy mind. His hazel eyes stared at the ceiling, permeating the rest of the pleasure he had just felt with the ex Marco had deliberately bought from the woman's husband.

"I'm tired ..," the woman named Vanya whimpered as she adjusted her gasping breath. The graceful 27-year-old lady looked at Marco Sayu, compassionate with hopeful face water. "Please give me a little break, Marco."

His eyes glazed over as he looked at Marco. His long black mane was decomposed to cover part of the face. There was a speck of hope at the bottom of his heart for Marco to stop doing the lecherous act. However, the glint of lust emanating from the man's net was as if it had never been extinguished. He continued to shower the body of the beautiful woman who was now in his grasp at will.

"Tonight there is no tired word, you idiot! I've spent a lot of money to cover your husband's bankruptcy, know he's a woman!" The blow that came out of Marco's lips increasingly jarring filled the entire room of the president suit hotel that he deliberately ordered just to enjoy the woman's body. He threw a fierce look at my eyes Vanya who had started to lose some of his strength.

"But I'm tired!" Withstanding the excruciating pain, the woman tried to get up while pulling a blanket to wrap her body. There was nothing he could do but cry and lament his bad luck just now—for having to get stuck with his abusive ex and treat him like a sex slave.

"Go to the bathroom! Cleanse your body, and we start again."

Marco's cold voice made the woman squeak even more in fear. His body trembled so badly that he received such harsh treatment from a Marco.

Vanya answered, slowly. "Ba-good!"

He rushed down, dangling the tip of his foot to the floor with the rest of his energy forced to gather.

Vanya screamed intensely as she felt the agonizing friction that was happening between her groin. Although it is no longer a virgin, but what Marco did was quite torturous and irritating on the woman's sensitivity. It may have been blisters down there because there were patches of dry blood between Vanya's smooth groin.

"Basic is useless! You're so lelet, lady!" With the move getting rougher, Marco grabbed Vanya's hair strong - strong. Forcibly dragging the two into the bathroom together.

And it started again. In the bathroom measuring 4 x 5 M, they do activities that are not worth exemplifying. Stringing the tale of grief with hearts that both feel the pain of betrayal.

The woman is devastated by having just been betrayed by her husband, while Marco feels vengeance for having been hurt by the girl with his cheating actions in the past.

Time passed with their activities. The sighs mixed with torment continued to come out of Vanya's mouth during the activities in the bathroom. No one heard his roar except God and the two of them. The screams of pain from the former who had cheated on him in the past made Marco happy and moved even more savagely. He wanted to continue playing with the trash woman he hated so much that his revenge felt reciprocated.

Then, a long night of drama and tears came to an end. Marco carried Vanya's limp body onto the bed again. He put it carefully, checking his breathing to make sure the woman he just tortured was not dead.

"Good Van, today I feel satisfied and happy to have ruined your life as you once raised me for another man." Marco took the frail body into his arms. The woman, whose full name is Vanya Bagaskara, cried until the morning almost before. Lamenting the body of pain and the heart of pain was severed.

God, why would my husband sell me to this son of a bitch? Was my past sins unforgivable? Until I got stuck with a crazy guy like Marco.

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