Luke watched her until she opened her eyes to realize that he actually was beaten up and it wasn't a dream.
Isabella stood up immediately and hugged him, picturing the moment they shared in the dressing room.
"Luke," she suddenly pushed back. His head was then no longer enjoying the softness of her breasts. He looked up at her, smiling.
"You entered me," she uttered. His neck was still being held by her hands.
"I couldn't think of using a condom, huh?" He realized that too.
No wonder it felt weirdly better when he fvcked her back there. "I cummed inside you," he grinned.
Luke was seated on the bed, resting on the pillows. "Does that mean I'll get pregnant?" Isabella asked as she settled beside him again.
"Well, there's an 80% chance that you'll get pregnant but honestly, I'd love that."
"But not now," she said.
"Why? You are going to be my wife and I want you to be my children's mother."
