[Christain Castillo]
She lay still, draped in a loose, satin pink nightwear that caressed the curves of her body. The delicate fabric revealed the gentle swell of her breasts, each breath making them rise and fall softly. For a moment, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off her t**s. How round, and soft they look in the satin pink nightwear. However, now, she is staring closely at me, expressionless, just enough for her eyes to adjust to my presence.
“Hi,” she says, sitting up fully, “I didn’t expect you to come back so late,” She points out, her tone almost palpable in its fragility. I wince.
“What are you? My wife?” I bounce back at her and this time she recoils further into the bed. Her mood is suddenly sullen, her eyes twitch but she holds out the small talk happening betwe
