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It’s two am in the morning when Bryce’s erection wakes him up and he cannot fight it off, he begins to stroke his wife’s arms in hopes to wake her up, he moves on to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear lobe. “Honey...what are you doing,” she sleepily mutters without turning around or opening her eyes. “I want you,” he whispers into her ears. “What do you mean?” She plays dumb. “I’m horny as hell,” he loudly shouts out of frustration. Kiana fumbles on top of the side drawer for her phone so as to check the time, “it’s two am for god’s sake, I am really tired I want to sleep,” she yawns, not willing to budge. “So what do you expect me to do then huh? Drive off to Welmer Street to pick up a prostitute?” He mutters.
Kiana rolls over to face him right away, “how do you know that prostitut
