MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
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If Lalisa Manoban could be sure of one thing, it was that no other man would fuck her as much or as well as Jeon Jungkook.
From blowing her mind on the couch, knees turning red against the pink fabric and his breath on the back of her neck, to shaking her in the air with such hard thrusts from below on the bed, making her tits bounce upright and swollen after so many groping and wet kisses. He fucked her until neither of them had any energy, rocking sideways lazily between her linen sheets.
Lisa fell asleep immediately, she couldn't notice his sweet touch as he cleaned her because her whole body was exhausted, and exhaustion had never felt so good before. Sex after Jungkook and before having it with him again had never been so satisfying, impossible to cause wave after wave of pleasure until every molecule in her body was vibrating.
She snuggled into his strong arms as he lay down next to her, one of her legs wrapped around his hips and her face found the perfect spot on his chest. Even if she didn't want to deal with the collateral damage, she was home.
She first woke up to the noise of the cleaning girl who came twice a week, usually when she was already working or still sleeping. Lisa settled better into her husband's embrace, waiting for the woman to feed her pets because there was no way she was going to get up and face the thoughts at the door of her mind, ready for her to dissect each and every one of them until panicking and jumping off the balcony.
The second time she woke up was when her symbolic sleep bar was completed. Her consciousness almost caught up with her but she cursed under her breath and kept her eyes closed, inhaling deeply the natural perfume of her husband until her mind escaped the clutches of reality.
Already the third time, a headache pounding the back of her head made her sit up in bed and curse. Her body was screaming at her to stop just for once, that it was damn enough. Her stomach was crying out for food, her brain wanted water, her bladder had pressed the emergency alarm, her cervical muscles were hammering her spine, common sense was breathing down her neck, and for the first time once in months her eggs were no longer dry so there were no complaints at the bottom. Obviously if she ignored the burning in her abused cunt.
What have you done, Lalisa?!
"No," she mumbled, shaking her head. "Not yet, bitch," she told herself and got busy with what was important: going to the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, head resting on her fist, she remembered her pets.
Her children! Their food!
Ah, no, wait. They weren't around meowing over her head like it was the French Revolution so they must have been fed.
Brilliant. She was going to give the cleaning girl a raise.
Lisa finished her business and washed her hands, rubbing her sleepy eyes afterwards. "Everything hurts," she complained in front of the mirror. Her thighs hurt, her abdomen too, but her skin was glowing, she noticed.
