Chapter 82 Her (Ii)

• Alek released her, backing out of the bed like he was hit by a light bulb. She looked over her shoulder, but he held a hand up to let her know he would be right back. On her belly, she hugged the pillow from under. Her body thrummed, this time from a lack of attention. She went on her knees, face buried in the pillow, and ass jutting in the air. Maybe this would signal to her traitor vagina that she wanted her husband.
• Cold hands on her asscheeks made her shiver. Her knees buckled. Before she dropped to the bed, she was dragged down to the edge. Her feet dangled in the air for a few seconds until they landed on top of his. Her husband didn’t flinch, and she didn’t switch her position. The coldness spread over her pussy, stopping at her other hole.
• She looked over his shoulder. “Al-Alek?”