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She could go home, and then she would take her husband home without any problems, and she would take care of him.

He doesn't respect women, seeing them as objects, boosting his ego, and his pleasure game.

With his wife confined at home, doing her own thing, he did what he wanted..., go out to have fun and drink, obviously, he didn't know he was being watched, giving free rein to others to take advantage of it, he said.

It doesn't take long for Romulus and Doris' relationship to evolve into something more intimate.

It was on their fifth club date, of that last series of drinking dates, that day, when they looked from one to the other then, he asked.

- Can I have sex with you? – He questioned her.

- In my mansion, now. - She said.

So, he took her hand, she took him in her car, driving to her mansion, which was so plush and spacious, with luxurious furniture and exquisite decoration.

As soon as they arrived at that mansion, not even they expected them to put a foot on the doorframe, it was when they pushed a hideous vase that was placed on a small table when she threw herself in his lap, when she kissed him, the vase fell to the floor, the moment they clung, she sucked on him, at the speed at which she was throwing herself at him.

Both were ripping their clothes, he ripped her shirt, when he was sucking on her breasts, he was ripping her panties in the process of taking off, guessing that his rich wife didn't wash or sew her clothes, she pulled with all her blouse, tearing it.

Anyway, when, tearing open her blouse, scattering buttons across the hallway, grabbing her pants, their waistband, pushing and pulling the zipper, thanking God she wouldn't be in sight when they got home, she was anywhere in the office, far from seeing him arrive with pants without a zipper, a blouse without buttons, hickey marks and bites, on his nipples and neck.

Then she kissed him, then grabbed him with a kiss on his mouth, between her burning kiss, full of fire and lava, hastily ripping off his clothes, sucking on his neck, up his blouse, sucking and pinching her breasts, she bit down on her neck, licking her throat.

The man flew with the woman in mid-air from the center of the mansion's entrance towards the stairs.

- You're a beast. - She growled amidst a scream for his consecutive thrusts when he thrust his cock inside her.

- Oh, if I am. - Then he went to fuck, because ripping and snarling, it wasn't sex, then when he was pounding inside her, when his testicles hit her ass, with every thrust, in and out of her, the woman took him. clasped it with his hands, ripping what was left of her blouse down her back, cutting her back.

When he was gripping her hips, sinking his nails, where she ripped with marks that looked more like a panther fucking than a proper woman, she snarled, he snarled, thrusting into her, slamming in and out of her.

Her first orgasm followed by another wasn't in bed, but involved in whirling, air-fucking, when they were thrusting with frantic pounding strokes, in and out, with each thrust of their hips, with rhythmic strokes, back and forth, with thrusts, in which she hugged her hips wrapping her legs around him. - My cat. - She said.

- My panther. He spoke as he plundered their mouths, hitting them with the taste of metal, drawing blood.

At that time, giving thanks to God that she was a vampire, who besides being resistant, would not get pregnant, after all, vampire with vampire does not get pregnant, she made her jump on his penis from top to bottom.

As he thrust in and out of her, with each stroke in and out toward her bedroom, as she moaned and screamed, for him to push her toward the wall, thrusting his cock with all the fulfilments he didn't know how he would return. to your mansion after all the fucks.

They fell breathlessly towards the bed, with strong thrusts when they weren't done yet, thrusting in and out, with the rocking of the bed, with each of their strokes with those moving bodies, between their screams and snarls, until they fell apart. separated, each of them was spread out on the bed.

She was in charge there...

- You can go now. - The woman said.

- Do you have clothes I can borrow? - He asked.

- Next time, bring an extra outfit. - She said.

- Go away like this. - He said.

- The woman in charge. - He said, getting up.

- I'll get a jumpsuit; I'll wait for you in the car. - She said, getting out of there, letting him remove the lint from her body.

As expected, he was taken and left at the entrance, if anyone saw him walking around naked and torn, didn't tell anyone or didn't tell his wife, as he saw she was very far to be seen, then he was gone. running to his room, where he went to shower and thinking about the beast his dick got into.

Now that was an extramarital affair, a reflection of him, he wanted someone similar, Doris is confident and optimistic, she controlled Romulus and told her what to do, she was exciting, she did whatever she wanted, she wants to be with someone spontaneous and a Huge sexual desire, who she had an affair with, she liked the idea of being with a younger man, a few hundred years younger.

She chose the time to leave, she wasn't the type of person who admitted to being controlled, and not controlled.

So, he patiently waited for the next day when they would have sex.

While keeping his wife locked up against her will, she became lonely after a while, eroding Artemis's self-esteem, closed and sad that the only social life she had was when she was at company meetings, due to the fact that that she was submissive.

If Artemis never confronted him about whether he was cheating on her, but neither did Tsukuyomi, let alone the other two men who had someone following Romulus, just like Ebrahim and Khalid said nothing, but neither of them, in their interests, was quick to approach one. to the other.

Both Ebrahim and Khalid were bisexual, they wanted to invest in something they would call ménage sex, so they first probed Tsukuyomi that at that time, the only social life he had was the company, due to having one failed relationship after another, being dumped in altar for a woman, it was nothing new, he had three chances to be happy, in all three, the women always broke up with him.

In all of them, the same excuse.

- You won't give up, will you...? – Tsukuyomi questioned.

- One bad relationship after another proves you need something new. Ebrahim said.

- It proves that I haven't found the right woman. – Tsukuyomi said.

- Once, who knows if you like it, we can continue. Khalid said.

In the middle of the cafeteria in a casual conversation, when they heard about the latest attempt to get married.

- Why were you dumped by the last woman. – Ebrahim and Khalid at his side asked.

- I'm immature, according to them, I'm a playboy who likes to have fun. - He said.

- You may not be a ladies' man. Khalid said.