Mrs. Smith just watched her husband break their family apart. Now she's going to get her revenge in the sweetest way possible.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / GeneralThe red, sultry fabric looked like rose petals on the cement--and as lush as the bed my husband had just fucked my daughter in.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I wanted revenge, but no revenge on earth would be sweet enough to satisfy me. He'd ruined her in front of me--my beautiful, perfect, sweet little girl. He'd reveled in it.
I could still see the dimples in his ass as it thrust in and out of her. The way he shoved up her legs and pushed himself all the way in. How fast and hard he'd fucked that untouched cunt.
I would never forget the look on his face when he sank into her--that look of pure, unrepentant bliss. His eyes had clouded over. Instinct consumed him. He'd mounted and rutted her as if she were a bitch.
She deserved better than that. I loved her, and I suppose he did as well, but he'd ruined it.
This entire game was a mistake.
I was going to make another one.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Erika Arcoleo and Samuele Gibilaro
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Karla Marques V.
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