Bab 27: Erotic Dreams
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
On a large bed covered with pure black velvet sheets.
Mary's voluptuous and beautiful figure was clearly visible. She knelt on the bed and looked back at the man behind her with a gentle face.
Francis held his thick penis in his hand and moved his two strong and slender legs slowly to the side of the bed. He gently stroked the woman's soft body with one hand.
He exerted force under his body, and his penis stabbed into the woman's lower body. The sound of splashing was extremely seductive. When he suddenly pulled out his penis, love juices splashed everywhere.
One after another, he thrust into Mary forcefully. One of his hands went around the woman's lower abdomen and groped downward. Finally, he pressed down on her soft clitoris.
Playing with it and occasionally flicking it, the woman under him could not help but tremble. She was intoxicated by the sexual trap that he had laid.
Her beautiful face was overwhelmed with lust. Her luscious fat breasts swayed back and forth like a bell in sync with his movements.
Mary's voice was filled with lust, and it made him even more excited.
Suddenly, he tied her hands behind her back and opened the evil nipple clamps in his hands, putting on a lewd mouth ring for the woman.
This visual impact made him unable to control his desire anymore. After a dozen violent collisions, hot magma gushed out and directly shot into the woman's body.
Because their bodies were so full of the hot liquid, some of was still flowing out, creating a small stream down the woman's thigh, looking somewhat lewd.
Francis suddenly opened his eyes. In the dark and empty living room, he was lying on the sofa alone.
"Damn it." It turned out that Francis was having a dream, and the female lead in his dream was actually Belland's wife.
It must have been the constant sound of sex from their room during this period of time that made him like this.
That was why he had such a dream.
Francis wanted to get up, but suddenly, he felt that his head was swollen and his throat hurting.
The next morning.
Mary got up to wash up and change her clothes. She heard Belland's apologetic voice, saying, "Francis is sick. My company has an urgent matter. Can you help me take care of him for a day?"
Mary nodded. "But I have a class this morning. I'll be back in time to take care of him at noon."
Belland kissed his wife's cheek apologetically. "If it's too serious, you can send him to the hospital. Thank you for your hard work, dear."
Mary kissed her husband back and watched him leave the house. She suddenly remembered that Mabel had come over yesterday and the bottle of red wine that she had given back to her. She had not told her husband yet.
After Belland left, Mary pushed open Francis's door and saw him sleeping. His face was clearly red, and there was a medicine box on the bedside table that he had just taken.
Mary brought him a glass of water and made him breakfast.
At noon, when Mary rushed home from work, she found Francis struggling to reach for the glass of water on the bedside table. The breakfast was still there, untouched.
She quickly went forward to help Francis up and handed him the glass of water.
Francis narrowed his eyes. His handsome face was abnormally red because of the fever. He pinched the glass with his good-looking fingertips and gulped down a few mouthfuls before he exhaled comfortably.
He had woken up today to find that he felt incredibly dizzy, his throat swollen, and his body hot. He guessed that it was because he had drunk last night and had a cold.
Maybe it was because of his unrestrained sexual activities in the living room that made him sweat and catch a cold.
Half leaning on Mary's soft body, Francis narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Today, Mary wore a set of dark blue overalls. It was not the usual mature style, but more playful and cute. She was young, and she looked much younger than her actual age.
Perhaps it was because of this that she liked to wear such a serious and mature professional suit when she went to work?
"Hey, you're burning. How do you feel? Should I send you to the hospital?" Mary reached out and touched Francis's forehead.
It was a little hot.
"I'm fine," Francis pushed her away. His slightly fluffy brown short hair was a little messy now, but it gave him a casual and charming temperament.
-- Hadiah diterima