***MATURE CONTENT***
His wife's skin was pearly white. Her flesh was smooth and flawless, glistening with a moonlight sheen that took his breath away. After taking a glimpse of what awaited him beneath the folds of fabric, he could no longer stop himself.
He tugged off the rest of the strings and gently loosened her clothes.
The inebriated Yusria cooperated with him, furrowing her brows and tugging at the string around her waist, yanking off her cumbersome skirt and blouse in one go.
Zeonen didn't waste any time getting undressed. His shirt and pants came off with a few deft flicks before he stood before her naked as the day he was born.
Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground and pulled her into his arms. Her long ink-black hair spilled over his chest, the silken, soft, and fragrant
