My Dreamy Old Husband

Meanwhile, an unprecedented war took place in the master bedroom, from the bed, to the carpet, the balcony, the shower, the dressing room, the gym, the bathroom…

When Sophia woke up the next day, she felt that her body wasn’t her own. Her head hurt; her teeth hurt; her tongue hurt; even her hips, butt, chest, stomach, and legs hurt. It hurt even to go to the toilet.

She was like a robot that was seldom used, and the sudden exertion forced her rusty parts to screech against each other painfully, but she wasn’t allowed the time to get used to it.

Last night, Michael had practically been like a beast as he took her. So vicious he was in his conquest that they ended up going through quite a few condoms. Sitting up was painful, and standing up was painful, not to mention lying down on her back, her front, or even on her side.

Michael woke up at last. Turning over to lie on his side, he looked at her before asking in an amused way, “You going to ignore me?”

“Nope, nope.” Sophia’s weak voice made its way over from the pillow.

“Was last night a thrill?”

“Yes, yes! Couldn’t be any more thrilling!”

“I handed over half a month’s worth of seed in last night’s session. Are you moved by that?”

Sophia was currently as timid as a new bride. “Yes…”

ruffled her sweaty and unkempt

meat on her bones, which made her look even cuter. Now that her little face was now

anything to write home about, and she was shrimpy. Her skin was sickly pale as she sat at a desk piled high with books, dressed in her fading uniform, a pen in one hand and her other hand propping

she got into Bayside University. Even so, there was still a hint of joy and carefreeness by her brows.

specialness just with that look in her eyes. It was the same look his mother had when his mother and father first

officer then, and Elizabeth Murray had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped away from a while back, becoming

during a charity gala one night. She was one of the performers invited, and she sang her heart out on the stage then. As he listened to her song, he immersed himself in her enthralling voice that was filled with a myriad emotions, as though she was telling a

song; all the loneliness, her strength, and her elegance. When she finished her performance, he weaved through her crowd of

to whoever they set their eyes on. They would end

Irene had just probably gone along with things. Since they had grown up together, even Old Master Fletcher and the people around him said that

they were dating each other, they constantly kept their distance while under Old Master Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross that line. Always, he felt that

so easily. It was only then that he realized that their relationship had

in that photo, he wanted to protect her and hold up the sky for this fragile yet strong girl with his own warm hands, to build

his palm. He nurtured her, giving

a few light imprints of a bite on her butt, so light that they could

the shower. As he washed himself, he even sang a song to express the delight he felt after a night’s romp. “You’re my lover, a lass like a rose. With your fiery lips, my soul was ensnared past

sites again. It was probably nine already, for Glory Entertainment’s PR staff were already at work snapping

were back up on the front pages, their articles soon becoming the most clicked-on articles within a few hours. On this day, an entertainment reporter made the long journey to Africa to interview Faye,