My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 413

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.

Sophia wished she was dead as she pressed a pillow to her belly, sobbing quietly with her face buried in another pillow as she regretted her choice—she shouldn’t have challenged a beast and its nature.

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…”

and ruffled her sweaty

 

that. Her body had clearly grown, and she now had more meat on her bones, which made

looks weren’t 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

Bayside University. Even so, there

already see this girl’s specialness just with that look in her eyes. It was the same look his mother had when his mother and father first

that she had stepped away from a while

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

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

to whoever they set their eyes on. They would end up with whoever they first took a

they had grown up together, even Old Master Fletcher and the people around him said that they would be a pair. He

while under Old Master Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross that line. Always, he felt that there was something between him and Irene

so-called ‘love’ between them crumbled so easily. It was only then that he realized that their relationship had been the result of going along with what others thought. That

photo, he wanted to protect her and hold up the sky for

a tiny little seed, clad in a grey coat while lying in his palm. He nurtured her,

her butt, so light that they could

into 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

a look at her phone and opened up the entertainment sites again. It was probably nine already,

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

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