✿♡ KEYCEE ♡✿
I quickly averted my gaze, especially when his hardness sprang free. Why is it always angry? What have I done to it?
"Look, wifey," he commanded, but I shook my head. I didn't want to look there. "Wifey, look."
"No! I don't want to!"
"One." My head automatically turned to him when he started counting. But I only looked at his face, not down there. "Touch me." I shook my head again. Why is he insisting? "Two." He continued counting, but I kept my eyes on his face. He then reached for my hand and guided it to his anaconda. He made me hold it, and I could feel how big, long, hard, and hot it was.
How many times has this been inside me, yet why does my anxiety never fade whenever it touches my skin? "Hubby..." I shook my head repeatedly, almost pleading, while still holding h
