WIFE CONTRACT DEBT REDEEMER
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I flinched and spontaneously opened both of my eyes as my body brushed away feeling a touch.

“Henry?!”

As usual the handsome face was smiling smirk when our eyes met for a while. His presence is always surprising, and even now it looks innocent on top of my body, making me look small in his eyes.

“Serve me, Angelina. Touch my body until I feel satisfied!” his orders arrogantly.

“A-what?” My voice sounded like it was being strangled while saying it.

“You are not a virgin anymore who is stupid in serving a husband, right? You should have learned a lot from me, Angelina,” Henry said making my ears hot.

“Can you not come this way and surprise me!?” I ventured to protest her actions that always act arbitrarily to me since officially becoming his wife.

“This is my home and I am your husband, so is your life and body mine. Everything that is in you and that is in this house is in my power, do I still need your permission to do what should be my right and duty to you, Angelina?” Henry said out loud with great emphasis. It was as if he was deliberately showing who he was and his status in the house that was indeed his.

I was silent without being able to reply. I was tired of arguing with him. Realize that I am his wife, even if it is a contract. However, as long as I was his wife, Henry was my husband and inevitably I had to obey his orders, even though everything he did and what he said always hurt me.

“Don't till I repeat my command once more, Angelina Louis! Quickly serve me as you have been obligated to me!” henry's orders once again.

“A-I don't know how to start?” I said nervously with a slight bowing of my face avoiding eye contact with her who was still half standing on top of my body.

Henry snorted and said, “Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid?” Surprisingly Henry pulled my hand to touch something between his thighs and under his muscular stomach, “Make ‘dia’ happy and show me all the abilities you have now!” his orders were straightforward and loud.

“Gosh! Really he really is a perverted guy!” my meaning is in my heart.

Gluey! I swallowed my salivary feeling nervous when the skin of my hand markedly touched something of hers that was hard, yet soft before my eyes. I don't know how many times I've had sex with Henry, but honestly this is the first time I've touched a man's manhood directly like this. Of course it makes me feel very nervous, so my heart can not stop pounding so hard.

“Do now, Angelina. With your mouth always arguing that!” Henry ruled, making me feel more cornered and had no choice but to obey.

Then with my courage and my instincts, I lowered my head and began to draw my face closer to something that the man was proud of in my grasp. At first I was hesitant, but I kept trying to follow my instincts and try to do what I had seen in adult videos.

I heard clearly Henry's moaning as his proud object entered half my mouth. So soft and soft, it doesn't feel too bad even though all this still feels foreign and I've only been doing this my whole life. The longer it went deeper, not only did my mouth move but also one hand and my tongue worked together inside. It seems that my efforts have not been in vain, Henry's moaning voice has now changed with a loud ******** which inexplicably makes me even more eager to make him sigh even louder.

“Ohg! Uhgt! You're a liar, Angelina! Why are you like a woman who has been an expert in doing it?” His voice sounded hoarse among his increasingly heavy sighs.

Egoku felt challenged to do something that made him move uneasily. As if unable to hold himself back, Henry pushed my body to the point of falling on his back on the bed.

“You really are a lying woman!” Henry flicked the bottom of my evening gown impatiently and began to position his innocent body over my body that was still wrapped in an interior-less evening gown.

“Aahh!” I screamed when something hard and long was so haughty that it burst into the core of my body that without me realizing it had been wet for some time.

“You're wet, Angelina. It's even so wet! You're horny now, too, aren't you?” Henry spoke hoarsely before his lips locked my lips with his deep tongue.

I don't know how long Henry's been swinging his hips over my body. The time was moving so fast that it made me feel like there was no room to breathe. I could only give up when Henry lifted my legs and rested them on both sides of his shoulder. With such a position certainly makes his deeper into there to make me sigh harder and also move restlessly feel pain as well as pleasure together.

“Oh! Uhh! Do you like her, Angelina? Tell me, do you like it?!” his wrath while looking at me with the lightning of his sharp eyes now filled with the mist of nafs*.

I didn't answer, but my facial expression might be able to answer everything, if I really liked what Henry was doing to me right now. Holy hooch! Can I now be said to be a hypocritical woman who loves the touch of a man I hate and is my own husband?

By the time the unification occurred I could still see quite clearly his shiny, manly body filled with sweat, moving ever more crazily over my body. When I felt the wave coming, my head was dizzy, my vision began to blur and my heart rate was beating more and more and more with the roar of our breath clashing against each other. Until I subconsciously called his name repeatedly when the wave of pleasure came to melt my body and I was increasingly resigned to the control of the man who was legally my own husband.

Whether intentionally or not Henry didn't give me a break and time to rest tonight. Just like when it was our first night back then, this time Henry did it over and over again with a variety of styles and positions. Until this body feels weak and no more energy to resist it. I can only follow what he did to me and this body.

For a moment I forgot that the man I was with right now was the man I hated and hated. Even in his heart there is another woman who has the highest position far beyond me who is only a contract wife or rather the satisfied wife of the bed. Which makes me not understand and feel pomegranate for now. If I hate Henry, then why do I like every touch of him to me? Although Henry always tends to be rude at first, ever since I gave myself and this body up for the first time that night, I've always felt different feelings. Is it true that I began to fall in love with Henry Bastian Campbell, the man who was my own husband? Nah! That can't happen! Oh, dearGod. I wish I kept my heart so I wouldn't fall in love with her. Because I know that in the end, he and I are not a couple who can be destined to be together.