Love?
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 31, 2019
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Fantasy
"Happy five years anniversary" he said,slugging on his words .Drunk as hell he was . Too much hatred she felt for him. She hated him with passion. All those five years since her highschool years all he ever wanted was her body. Although he was married,she was already fed up with his 'undying' love for her....atleast he claimed he did. "Come on Dave" she retorted back. She got up the bed to leave,he pushed her ass back in it " we still talking bitch,you and I ain't finished" with a strong force she landed on the bed.He was too strong and despite the fact that he was drunk, with her petite body,there was no way she could wrestle her way out; not unless he was satisfied and willing to let her go. "I love you Marcia. I know you don't believe me but its been five years....five fuckin years' She was tired of hearing that same statement everyday. Yes she had promised him her v-card but it was all nothing but mere lies just to get away from him..and it surely worked. Now they live in the same house...in his house and there was no way she was going to avoid him again for long .
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