Julius ignored the flimsy punches rained on his chest and gathered her then rolled them around messing the sheets until she was flipped beneath him.
He wanted to fuck his wife.
"What are you doing?"
Finally Isobel voiced as soon as he let go of their entangled lips, desperate for him to stop. Her thoughts were still in disarray but she understood clearly that she wanted out.
Why was he so adamant to touch her? Only him had touched and soiled places no one was privileged to in her body. She looked at the man's eyes which were dazed with lust. Oh lord not this again… she frets.
Julius went on playing with her clit. She moaned as he pressed a bit harder, she jerked as her core tightened hotly.
Why am I reacting to him? He shouldn't touch me there….
