She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:
1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
4. Sex is optional.
5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

Playboy's Secret Wife

Sophie is simply gorgeous and slender with flawless skin. I can see her pussy through the see-through fabric. It’s smooth and hairless. Ever since the day she stumbled into my bed drunk and naked, I have been craving to touch her soft skin. Her body demands gentleness, but I am far from the mindset. I stalk closer to her and tear her lingerie from the middle to bring her breasts out. She yelps, then whines, “I liked that one!”


I smirk and pay my attention to her breasts. Huge mountains. I take her light pink nipple between my teeth and flicker it with my tongue. She arches her back and holds my head, pushing my face into her chest. I push her panties aside and slip my finger into her core. She is so damn wet, ready to be ravished. But I want to savor her tonight. I pay the same attention to her other breast, then pull away.


Chapter 34 Sated