Husband and Wife Game

It was the first time Andreas realized that surrender was a good thing. Not when it came to the fate of his family or the quarrels between siblings from different mothers, but when Vlora took off the casual t-shirt he was wearing.

Vlora's fingers played with Andreas' naked chest for a moment. Then she pushed away and Andreas lay back down obediently.

Vlora fixed Andreas with her eyes. She radiated a mysterious, sensual aura, and the result was that Andreas' whole body tingled. There was no need to ask, the area underneath was getting sore from rubbing.

“Vlo.”

How pathetic. Andreas' hoarse voice was more than enough to describe the lust that bubbled through his veins. He was like a boy who just had a wet dream. How could he submit so helplessly?

It seemed so illogical. For a man like Andreas, who had spent many nights with different women, it was impossible to resist the temptation of his own wife.

Vlora somehow exuded an unusual impression and a sensual aura. Mysterious yet seductive.