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Satan's Angel

"Hello, husband..."

Those two words had his brows knitted as he watched the red light bathe her almost naked body in a way that had his blood rage.

He couldn't get his eyes off her, of the lacy Ivory Bralettes that hugged against her tanned body, that it was see-through had his eyes snaking down her chest to the thong.

He would have blamed it on lack of glasses if he wasn't wearing one at that moment, but even then, his eyesight wasn't too bad; what was she doing?

She let her finger trace from her knees to the garter on her midthighs further past the thong and finally stopping on her cleavage, and all those while his eyes followed the trail of her fingers.

He was going nuts.

No, she was going nuts!

"You like it?" her sultry voice surrounded him, she flicked her hair back, twirling so her back was to him, and she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, grappling thick flesh, "I think it's quite Elastane, hugs me too much, don't you think?"

His thought was a lot of things he couldn't fathom
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