Chapter 229 Wild, Filty, And Perfect

• The next morning, Kourtney stirred under the soft sheets, her body aching in the most delicious way possible. Every muscle still felt tender, her thighs sore, her pussy still tingling from the relentless honey-sweet fucking her husband had given her all night.
• Today was International Workers’ Day, a holiday that meant no work, and she was beyond grateful.
• “My Goodness. Thank Heavens!” she muttered under her breath.