In the bathroom, Avery has enjoyed a lot. Evan had helped her.
Before she had fainted, she had thought whether Evan would save her because she was his ex-wife.
How did she know that the entire situation had changed overnight?
She just knew that she would live in constant fear of the bathroom.
The man with the endless sexual desire almost killed her. She can't imagine Evan would have that kind of stamina.
There were love bites from her head to feet. The white skin of her thigh was covered with love bites.
It was early in the morning.
Lying on the bed of the bedroom, Avery woke up. She opened her eyes and saw the strong man above her, sweating and fucking her. He still has his way into her body, giving her no option to resist.
"Are you finished? You aren't getting tired?" Avery's body was sore, and there was a charming flush on her face.