Chapitre 144: THE PAIN OF A WIFE!

He would and could not keep his hands to himself.

She just looked so beautiful in that dress. In the trial room, he was so busy thrusting his cock in her mouth that he had not observed her that lucidly.

But looking at her now, standing in front of the mirror, in that blue dress, her red hair flowing down. She looked ethereal.

"Kian!!! Stop!"

Tinsley muttered, giggling. He did not though. She leaned onto his body as they both stared at each other through the mirror.

"You look so fucking beautiful!"

He whispered, near her ears, eyes on her reflection. She blushed profusely, parting her gaze away from his, feeling shy under his deep gape.

"Fuck can't keep my hands to myself!"

He honestly confessed and tried to slip one of the lace off of her shoulder. Tinsley held it back, narrowing her eyes at him.

"We will be late!!"

"Who cares??"