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

“You are a masochist,” I tell her as my cock twitches at the idea of making her my personal sub. Wouldn’t it be great to order her around and ask her to meet me at lunch everyday? Just so she can blow me at work. Or maybe I will bend her over my desk and pound her, too.


I grab the scissors, a few condoms, I hesitate but pick up the Riding crop and flogger too. I place these on the bed for easy access.


“No, I am not!” She exclaims as I push her chest into the pillow.


Her ass is a delightful color of pink. With barely a few spanks and a few strikes. I would love to see her whole ass and back red by the time I’m done with her. I cut and throw away her lingerie fabric, but keep the belt because it looks like a bondage accessory. It would be useful to grab her while I pump her from behind.


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