
"There's no need to feel guilty about not being able to protect me, because I can protect myself" Shea said, "didn't you see how I fought him? So even a thousand women would come I would fight him." Shea proudly showed off herself who could fight Jesika.
Bryan smiled at his wife. The wound and tear of his dress had explained how his wife was going against the woman he had slept with. The shout that Bryan heard when he just came also explained that his wife could pounce on the woman who disturbed his calm.
"I don't think I should be afraid that this will happen." He realized that there were still Jesika-Jesika out there who were ready to disturb his household. But his powerful wife had already proved that her household would not falter with the presence of the women he had slept with.
Bryan's hand continued to apply wound medicine on Shea's body. Shea who was in pain occasionally grimaced in pain.
"What hurts?" bryan asked Shea who looked in pain.
"Just hurt."
"Finally you feel what I feel."
"What do you feel?" shea asked as she raised her chin slightly. He was confused to feel what Bryan meant.
"It." Bryan shows a nail scar on Shea's body.
Shea turned to look at her body that was full of scratches. For a moment he thought about when Bryan got the wound. Instantly his face blushed when he realized that he was the one who made a scratch wound during their union. "It must be sick."
"Compared to the pleasure obtained," Bryan said with a wink in his eyes. He realized that Shea was doing it because his wife was experiencing pleasure. Until his lentic nails grabbed his back and made a wound there.
"Do I need to cut my nails" Shea asked, "but if I cut them later I can't fight the women who come to disturb us."
"No need, let the wound remind me how vicious my wife is."
Shea smile. Her husband could always embarrass her for his own actions.
Bryan went on to re-treat Shea's wounds. He still shook his head to see Shea's wounds scattered on his beautiful body. "I should have seen you earlier," teased Bryan.
"Surely what you're doing is the same as Regan's sister preventing me" Shea said.
"Where there is, I will be the judge for you and give the trophy to the victor." Bryan laughed as he answered. He had already imagined what Shea would be fighting about.
"Now I'm a winner, where's the trophy?"
"The cup for you is special" said Bryan pulling gently Shea's hand towards the special trophy he had behind his pants.
Shea's cheeks blushed as her hands were on the special trophy shown by Bryan. The gift Bryan gave only to his wife.
Bryan's hand, which was on Shea's shoulder, slowly lowered the dress on Shea's body. Her body approached and made Shea reflect back. Shea slowly lay down on the bed. His lips did not let him be silent. While lowering the dress attached to his wife's body, he took a sweet sip of her lips.
However, Bryan takes off the kiss and accidentally turns Shea's body upside down. He made his wife's body sit on top of his body. "I want to see how ferocious you are" he said.
Shea smiled shyly hearing her husband tease her. "Are you ready to torture you, like I tortured Jesika?" tanyakanya.
"I'm ready to accept the torture from you, honey," Bryan replied with a grin
Without waiting for long, Shea buried her aunt in Bryan's lips and took a sip. His hand moved off a piece of cloth that was coiled around Bryan's shirt collar. Her hands quickly switched to unbuttoning the shirt her husband was wearing, and throwing it in any direction.
Looking at Bryan's upper body that was already without any obstructions, Shea swept that barrierless body with her lips. Land a kiss and leave a trail there, as a sign that the body is his.
A sigh escaped Bryan's mouth and echoed in the hotel room. The sweep of his wife's lips on every inch of his body made him completely frustrated. However, he gave his wife space to do what she wanted.
Hearing her husband's voice, made Shea even more crazy. He practiced what Bryan often did, when a body without barriers was attached.
Leading the game tonight, Shea is in complete control of the enjoyment they will embrace together.
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With her innocent body she got up from the bed slowly. Make his movements as gentle as possible so that his wife does not wake up. He grabbed his phone to contact one person.
"Have you taken care of it?" bryan asked from the phone.
"It." Felix's voice from behind the phone. He told me everything he had done.
"All right, thank you." Bryan ended the phone call, and turned around.
"Darling .." call Shea when she pranks.
"Why awake?" Bryan stepped over to Shea and buried his body in the blanket with his wife. He carried that innocent body in his arms.
"Who did you call?" ask Shea.
"Felix," Bryan answered, gently stroking Shea's body.
"What is Jesika?" Shea was so curious what Felix did to the demonic woman.
"Just a small warning."
"What warning?" Shea still did not understand Bryan's words.
"Threatening to be thrown in jail for setting a trap for you."
"But instead of no evidence, I came alone to the room, so it was as if I surrendered myself instead of him attacking."
"Smart!" bryan pinched Shea's nose. "Will but he's too stupid, because when Felix threatened with CCTV footage in the room, he was already scared."
"Do the hotel rooms have CCTV." Shea gave a glance. He was afraid that the activity was recorded by CCTV.
"Where in the hotel room there is CCTV, there will be no one staying over" Bryan replied laughing. "Not that I told you, if Felix was just threatening, and stupidly the woman believed."
Shea understood Bryan's words. "I think in this hotel there is CCTV," he said embarrassed.
"If there is, I will destroy it first."
Shea's forehead is wrinkled deep. Her head, which was on her husband's chest, slightly looked up so that it could reach her husband's face. "Why?"
"Because I don't want people to see your ferocity."
Shea pinched gently on Bryan's body. His face was so embarrassed when Bryan reminded him of how he had led the game.
"Let's do it again" said Bryan, carrying Shea in his arms.
Repeating activities that are so draining and give pleasure to the world.
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