Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
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White clouds look lively, white color mixed with blue. Small moving room curtains, a little open signifies nature has changed. A couple was still comfortable with his position, hugging each other. I shared the warmth this morning.

The weather looks bright, but the temperature out there is very cold, able to freeze anyone. Until the sunlight penetrates Rachel's ashes. The woman opened her eyes slowly, until finally it was clear the chest of one's field. Rachel looked up, looking at the handsome face of Peter who was fast asleep.

Rachel looked at that plain face for quite a while. While sleeping Peter looks like a innocent baby without sin, once awake like a reincarnation of a cruel demon.

Can I touch that firm jaw.

"Have you just realized my good looks, hm?" the typical hoarse voice of a sleeping person sounded faint, then Rachel undoed her intentions and pulled her hand back.

"One by one, your good looks are no more than a pinch of uplifting!" sarcastic Rachel joking. What the eyes of Rachel cataract, a handsome man and a dashing Peter in the likeness of upil.

Can Peter pounce on his prey again now. It's still early morning and Rachel's been looking for something. "A pinch of upil, what do you mean by a pinch of upil. You liken me to nose shit?" lazy grunting.

"Do you really think you're very handsome?" rachel asked with a small laugh, teasing her husband.

"Of course, all the women out there are fascinated by my **** face." Peter, not seeing the angry look of the wife.

"So you're happy to see them all?" sebal Rachel, uncovers the blanket. Take your pajamas and wear them quickly.

"Where are you going?" peter asked when he saw Rachel turning the doorknob, without using only satin pajamas. Showing her beautiful curves, especially the chest.

"You want the attention of handsome men, why? do you want to give me some pocket money?" anyone would recruit him as a comedian.

No woman in the world bids her husband to seek the attention of young men, especially asking for allowance, other than Rachel.

"Go one more step, I'll break both of your pretty legs, baby!" peter's last words were spoken with great emphasis. As if threatening to have Rachel comply.

"I just want to get back at you, who told you to enjoy all their perverted looks!" rachel said with care.

This woman, I want Peter to throw her from up here. If that were to happen, not only would Peter be a widower but he could not impregnate a woman because his mother would cut hers out.

"Yes, I admit it's nice to see their eyes. But my feelings are only for you, baby!" Peter said with a confident tone.

“You're not bragging right?” Rachel asked narrowed both eyes. Can't believe.

Peter sighed, throwing his face towards the window neutralizing all the resentment and anger. Peter's self-respect has been eclipsed as a man and a mob leader. Often Peter relents, letting Rachel do what she wants

But before Peter never imagined this interesting moment to happen. Peter never relented especially to a woman first, other than his mother of course. They are the ones who have to obey and obey it.

All of his principles change after meeting Rachel.he dominates their marriage relationship. Always able to make Peter not wart. Surprisingly Peter never tried to fight back or tried to change Rachel.

It is true that the beginning of her goal was to make Rachel submit and make her a submissive wife. However, come to think of it, it is not boring to have a good and innocent obedient wife. He won't be able to fight.

There will be no quarrels in the morning, nor debates that ruin their days. Not only did the mansion feel lonely, but Peter's days also turned grim.

"No dear, why should I bother boasting. Though almost every day we make love, well even though some days I fast. But still I touch you on the basis of love!" Peter explained with cheeks together.

Crazy, if the Gold Lion members heard Peter's words just now. Perhaps they would fall over in a place of surprise.

"Why do you always offend perverts anyway?" rachel is fierce, ashamed of Peter's behavior. Not infrequently every time they discussed or argued, Peter always associated it with their hot activities.

"But you like it, right?" tempt Peter, pull Rachel and lock the door. The man smiled smirk, clasping Rachel's hand.

"No-no, let me shower myself! lower me!" rachel shouted as Peter carried her like a sack of rice. Not to forget Rachel hit the man's back slowly.

"Respect my kindness, let me help you take a shower!" peter exclaimed leisurely, tightening his grip, not wanting the woman to fall down as it moved here and there.

"Currently, I know that your kindness must have hurt me" he exclaimed, but Peter did not reply and smiled.

"I beg you to put me down, definitely not just a habitual bath. I know your perverted plan. Your mind is only focused on bed sports!" Rachel's lips melengos.

Stopped his blow on Peter's shoulder. He knew everything he was doing was in vain. Once Peter, wanting something, was certain that the man justified everything. Including carrying it as it is now.

“You know what it looks like, good that I don't have to explain anymore!” Peter puts Rachel in a bathtub and flushes her with warm water.

“Sy fox, of course I know. How many months have we been married. All your gestures and dirty thoughts were easily guessed. I know you very well!" rachel said as she turned off the tap that Peter had turned on.

Peter chuckled, "don't turn off, let the water fill the bathtub." Peter turned on the tap again coupled with a shower to make the bathtub quickly filled. But it didn't last long, Rachel turned it off again.

"At least, let me take off my clothes!" rachel said, starting to take off one by one her pajamas buttons one by one starting from the top button. Peter swallowed his hard spit. Moving his hand slowly, stopping the woman's movement.

“Let me help you!" peter exclaimed, his face misty of passion. I want to pounce on Rachel. Rachel could understand, Peter fasted long enough. Rachel was silent, letting the man do anything to her.

As a wife, it is her duty to meet the biological needs of her husband. "You're naughty!" rachel said slowly.

"I'm sure you like all of my mischief?" peter asked without taking his eyes off. Busy taking off Rachel's pajamas.

Rachel chuckled, then held onto both of Peter's firm jaws and moved them upwards. The look they meet. The two looked at each other, as if talking through eye signals.

"Do it quickly!" rachel's pinta is serious, Peter folds his forehead. She thought Rachel wanted to talk about something important.

"Why?" peter asked puzzledly, even though the two most like to shower together.

"Let's know, I don't know what happened to me these few days. My head hurts, maybe it's in the wind!" lamented Rachel. Peter panicked, "you're sick, why didn't you tell me before?" furious Peter.

"Because I knew you'd be worried about this!" Peter didn't hear, so he quickly rubbed the soap on Rachel's body. Don't want to linger in here. Her panic strangulation, all her perverted plans forgotten.

"It's over, come on I'll carry you out!" Peter was ready to shake, but his hand was on Rachel's bank.

"You don't want to satisfy your lust. Come on, I'm fine." Rachel welding.

"You're sick, I don't want to do that to sick people. I'll call the doctor later. Now let me carry you!"

"I don't need a doctor, baby! I need you, I want it. If not for yourself do it for me." Rachel groped the chest of Peter's field, exploring Peter's eight torn breads.

"One round!"

"Two, I want two!" cut Rachel. What's wrong with her, why Rachel is so weird, Peter's inner.

"Okeh, but we're doing it there, I don't want you getting sick from soaking for so long!" Peter took Rachel out and put her on the bed.

That morning the two did the heat struggle again, until unconscious the clock shows at 9 am.

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