Chapter 131: I Will Do The Moving
Clad in a threadbare pelt garment, Atasha's peach-molded bums can sense the growing heat of his rod underneath her seat. His poking giant made her flinch and stiff.
Nemus chortled looking at his wife like an agitated deer wanting to run away. He slid his hands on her robe and found her plump stomach desirable. He started stroking her squishy belly with his fiery fingertips.
"Let's have a round, okay?" said Nemus pouting. His dewy carmine eyes looked like a pitiful puppy asking for candy, "Don't worry I will try my best not to sow my seeds here," trying his best to be convincing.
The eager man started sniffing her graceful pearly white nape and planted small kisses trying to rouse his wife but to no avail.
Atasha won't be conquered this time. Letting him inside her means digging her own grave!
