Nizam lay with his naked body covered in drops of sweat. It's a sight that makes every woman's heart shake violently. His eyes were closed as if he was still enjoying what had just happened. His face was red, inviting the desire of any woman who looked at him.
His hand tightly gripped Alena's hand. Alena herself, who was just lying down, didn't feel too tired. After all, it was her husband who tried so hard. Nizam did not allow her to move much. Every time Alena moved quickly. Nizam hit her on the hip telling her to be slow down. Even though Alena protested, she was immediately silent because Nizam glared at her. So under pressure is innate. Enjoying but still not satisfied.
Alena pouted her lips in annoyance. She can no longer make a loud noise, She also can't move much. Nizam then turned to his side-lying on his side resting on his elbow. "Why do you keep pouting?" He said with an annoying smile.
