Chapter 7 - Louise Van Hill (1/2)

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For Sheri, everything is so fast one moment she was imprisoned and now she is living in another world and had sėx with a man whom she bȧrėly knew but her eager dėsɨrė to alter her past gives her the sufficient courage to do everything.

”Mom, Dad, wait for me” whisper Sheri.

The opening of the bathroom door hurls her out of her thoughts. She checks out and studies him when he came out from the bathroom wrap with a towel, his luxuriant hair is sprinkling with water. He is so irresistible with those six-pack abs making Sheri's body hot.

”This guy can be so seductive, everything of him is undoubtedly a hunk.” That was she was thinking unknowingly, He slowly approached her and bend his face toward her. She can smell her own bathing soap on his. His thumb slowly pinches her chin and raises and gradually ċȧrėsses her passionately. Sheri narrowed her eyes automatically and enjoys their affectionate kiss.

Henry gently broke their passionate kiss.

”You better get up and take a shower before I lose control.” Henry howl.

Sheri smile at him and nod. She stands up nȧkėdly and reveals precisely her curves towards Henry. Henry was dumbfounded. Since yesterday shock aftershock can be seen in his face. While Sheri sways gracefully her ȧsset, Henry chuckle. He subtly shifts his head and appreciates the picturesque scenery in front of him.

Sheri bites her lips when she looked back at him and closes the door of the bathroom. Henry shivers when he saw her invite he sped up and went back to his room and change.

Sheri carefully examines the aftermath of their lovemaking she was startled at how much hickey's she had.

”He is a beast,” she shakes her head while mumbling.

While she takes a shower. Henry is sitting at ease on the bed gazing at the bathroom door he glanced for a sec the bloodstain on the bedsheets. He beams while looking at it. He never knew the ice queen is willingly conceded her first toward him.

The moment she came out of the bathroom she saw Henry smiling on the bedsheets. He gawks at her while gently putting his forefinger in his chin thinking of many possible ways to possess her.

Sheri instantly froze when she made eye contact. His intense look is sultry and dangerous. Sheri pretended to shrug and unhurriedly stride toward her wardrobe. Unknowingly Henry followed her. When she sets about to grasp her shirt, her waist was been pulled to a hard ċhėst.

”You're so alluring,” whispers Henry.

He nibbles her earlobe trailing down to her nape and brėȧst. Sheri clings to the board at her back for support while Henry unbuttoned his pants making his long stiff rod spring. He slowly trails his finger in between her legs. Making Sheri spread her legs for good access to Henry's gentle hands. When he discovered what he's looking for he started pinching that precious bud. Making Sheri mȯȧn in pŀėȧsurė.

Henry elevates her right leg and thrust his hard rod on her. She flinches at the impact but at the same time feels excited. The way he thoughtfully rubs her plump brėȧst and reverently kisses her makes her crazy. He pulls and pushes, and all you can hear is their juices making a sound. He gently takes her other leg and instantly plunges her into the wall while grinding her. Her mȯȧn in his ear promptly sends dauntless courage toward him. He instantly moved her again toward their bed and continues on pumping her.

”Love, you're so damn tight,” Henry mȯȧns.