Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 142 - - Just try it on once

Cynthia walked out of the bathroom after her shower, and when she looked up, she saw someone who should have been lying in bed, watching her with a smile as he leaned against the headboard. But no matter how she looked at him, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something mischievous behind that smile.

Sure enough, as she approached, he raised his long arm, and a set of royal blue lingerie clearly hung from his fingers. Her face instantly turned bright red as she remembered buying it earlier that day, in a moment of impulse, after listening to his suggestion.

Seeing her flustered, not knowing where to look, he pulled her into his arms and made her rest her head on his arm. His large hand teasingly cupped her softness, his heated gaze fixed on her delicate figure as his hoarse voice whispered in her ear,

"Put it on and let me see..."

Cynthia's face flushed even deeper, almost as if blood were rushing to it. She quickly slapped his hand away and tried to push him off, saying,

"No! I haven't washed yet. I'll wear it after I shower!"

He wouldn't let go, pulling at her nightgown as he insisted,

"Just try it on once..."

"No, Albert, don't do this, let go of me!"

She struggled desperately, still resisting. Although she knew that, sooner or later, she would wear it, she hadn't expected it to be now.

He frowned in frustration, his voice dark as he threatened her,

"Do you want me to help you change?"

'...'

She was so angry that she glared at him, he did not flinch iron determination to see her wear, she had no choice but to grab the towel to carry that clothing and ran to the bathroom to go.

In the bathroom, she trembling hand just will inner. Clothes on can not wait to appreciate themselves, was suddenly appeared in the mirror silhouette screamed in fear, she turned around in a hurry to meet the face was hugged by him. Bug.

Then he stepped forward and forced her to the washbasin until she had no way to retreat, at this time her nightgown was half-folded to the waist, the mirror behind her reflected a large snow-white jade back.

Albert Wilson looked at the mirror, his eyes on fire, a low head and on the blue bra under the plump white ball of soft, in the light more and more white hook. He slid his throat up and down for half a day, but he couldn't hold back, and picked her up in his arms and headed for the bedroom's king-sized bed.

His hands rubbed her softness through the thin material of the clothes, and then when she was in a state of confusion, he ripped away the obstacles that were in the way and lowered his head to contain the tip of her already erect, the tip of his tongue circled and circled and circled.

She couldn't stop panting. She couldn't stop gasping, she couldn't stop herself from moving with him, from sinking with him, and she felt like she wanted to just fall under him right now.

He knew where all her arousal points were, and his hard heat pounded against them, one after the other, until he sent her over the edge of pleasure.

Then in a daze she heard his ragged panting . Then she heard him panting heavily in a daze, and heard him roar like a fierce beast, and she could only cling to his arms because of the force of his strong impact.

I don't know how long it was before he was still galloping over her with unabated passion and with such force that she could hardly even breathe and had to gasp for air as she asked him, 'Albert Wilson, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you, are you?

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'Albert, why aren't you, why aren't you better?'

In the past, every time about this time he would have released himself, but tonight's entanglement seemed to be more intense and long-lasting than every time it had come before, and she felt that he was going crazy, and if it wasn't for the fact that her body had already adapted to his intrusion, she was afraid that she would have fainted from his forceful solicitation.

And he didn't keep swinging her around to change various positions like before, this time he just buried himself in her like that, pulling her slender legs up to hook his wants, and then his lean arms wrapped around her in a death grip and slammed hard.

'I do it on purpose, hey ...'

Hearing her can't bear it like that asked him, he hehehe low laughs twice continue to aggravate the force of the waist rushed into her.

He is deliberately not release himself, is deliberately so occupied . With her, he hadn't loved her enough, he hadn't seen enough of her now in a state of ecstasy and panting how could he let her go?

Cynthia had no choice but to arch her body hard and tilt her head back to take him in fully as he sucked on her lips like crazy, and she let out a broken whimper of pain.

After sucking her lips he rolled over and kissed her bare chin, at times she could feel his teeth knocking against her jaw with the force of the impact, and after a close and sharp crash he finally released himself, and at the same time a torrent of heat poured over the small of her back.

Her legs slipped limply from his waist and she tilted her head to the side with her eyes closed panting heavily, the final intensity nearly suffocating her with vertigo.

He crouched over her in a sweaty heap, panting as he kissed her delicately, her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, inch by inch, calming the fiercest throbbing with her.

Cynthia had been exhausted to the point of weakness, the intensity of the lovemaking she had just experienced was more than enough to make him claim her twice before, and she opened her eyes in a daze to see him get up and draw a tissue to wipe them both off, his tall figure growing warmer and thicker in the light, so that people couldn't help but want to rely on him.

She opened her mouth with difficulty to make a sound that was flirtatious with the fact that she had just finished being pampered by him.

'Albert I want some water ...'

The large mouthful of breath she had just taken made her throat dry and close to smoking, but she was really too lazy to move, so she unconsciously instructed him, and a cup of water was handed to her in a short while.

Then a big warm hand dragged up her bare back, the warm water slid into her throat to relieve the dryness in her throat, she opened and looked at him murmuring.

'I'm going to be sleepy ... I'm going to sleep first ...'

Then she slipped under the covers and fell into a deep sleep, in a daze she heard him seemingly get up and go to the bathroom and then to the balcony, she also seemed to smell the strong smell of cigarette smoke, but she wasn't even in the mood to pay attention to it, all she wanted to do was to get a good night's sleep.