I am a man, and a strong-blooded man at that. The point is, as a strong-blooded man, since I came to the Netherlands and left Assassin, I have not looked for another woman.

Marianne is a woman, a wife with good looks, charming figure, and the charm of a mature woman. As a wife who is not an ignorant girl, she herself has said that women also need a married life.

So, what will happen when a hot-blooded man like me and a beautiful woman like Marianne are in the same room, cuddling, and having physical contact with each other?

First I had a very good erotic dream.

There were many beautiful women in the dream, and then I had sex with those beautiful women.

From the unknown to the ones I can name one by one: Assassin, Constance, Austrian Loli Theresa, Marianne, and Feletelia and Pennywise!

In the end, I faced a majestic airport and an innocent and artistic girl, and the nightmare of doing that kind of thing with them, and it was a scene that spewed out shots, which scared me awake on the spot.

However, after I woke up with a fright, I found that my heart was beating constantly and I had a reality to face that was more terrifying than the nightmare in my dream.

The fuller feeling on my left hand is clearly a woman's breasts, and the touch of a firm particle is clearly conveyed between the fingers. The silky smooth touch and heat on my right hand tell me that it is a woman's skin, and on that woman's skin

The plump "butt" above the thigh

At the bottom, my little friend was pushing in, and was squeezed between me and the woman. The worst thing was that the feeling passed down by my little friend was very bad. Reminiscent of it, I clearly felt the sensation at the moment I woke up.

Well, I ejaculated something.[

I was sweating profusely.

Who is the woman in my room who can still be held in my arms?

It’s not Assassin anyway!

In my arms, Marian had obviously woken up a long time ago. At this time, the woman turned her head sideways with her back to me, her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She seemed to have lost all her strength, and she just lay there limply.

In her arms, she maintained such an extremely ambiguous posture.

Okay, what's the situation now?

Since I haven’t had a husband and wife life for too long, I was beeping that night.

It's normal to beep at night. I'm used to it, but what kind of fuss does this *beep* happen to a woman!?

Could it be that Brother Jesus, who was passing through the Netherlands, punished me for deliberately imitating Liu Xiahui?

I subconsciously let go of the breasts in my hands, and Marianne's voice was trembling: "Are you feeling better?"

"Madam, I was conscious..." I quickly defended.

"Okay. Just sit up." Marianne interrupted me.

I quickly sat up, and Marianne over there got up too.

I was so embarrassed, but when I raised my head in embarrassment, I met Marianne's eyes. Her eyelashes trembled subconsciously. Just when I thought Marianne would shyly run out of the bedroom.

, I saw her burst into laughter, the smile in her eyes flashing with evil intentions.

"why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, I just remembered what you said to me on the first night."[

What did you say to me on the first night?

What did I say that made people laugh?

Just when I was confused, Marian crawled over and didn't stop until she was very close to me. She said in a very strange tone: "Your Highness, I just realized today that you are so dirty!"

"I know what I did was wrong, Marianne, and I apologize."

"Well, you have accumulated a lot, right?"

The moment Marianne spoke, I looked up and found that she was much closer. Her sweet breath was a bit disordered, her watery eyes gradually became blurred, and her breathing became rapid.

Smelling that tempting smell, I couldn't help but stand up straight again.

"Is this the bad guy who did evil just now? He looks so ferocious." She actually felt like a pervert, her throat slid.

"Um?"

Before I could react, Marianne came up to me. She stretched out her hand and sat on me.

As an adult, and an adult who has not known the taste of meat for half a year, today I ate a meal that tasted as much meat as Assassin. At the same time, I also understood that the meat that has gone through many battles

The difference between a mature woman and an Assassin.

The big bed shook violently, gasping and moaning one after another in the spring-filled bedroom. From the beginning of the battle, Marianne looked like she was completely resisting, her beautiful eyes were closed tightly,

Panting and moaning, often but don't be fooled by Marianne, she looks like she can't help the violent storm destroying her weak strength, but she has withstood the wild impact again and again, and the more she fights, the harder she is.

Brave.

Along with the regular spasms, after experiencing her most hysterical obsession, Marianne, with her eyes tightly closed, breathed in a long breath of fragrance and loosened her legs limply.

It's not easy to conquer an experienced wife. If I hadn't gone through many hardships with Assassin, I might have been defeated in the first round.

As the gun went off, my suppressed emotions were released and satisfied.

But a problem also arose. The image I had painstakingly created of a good man who valued love but was Oedipal fell apart because I couldn't resist Marianne's temptation.

How serious is the situation?

In battlefield terms, it means a loss of initiative.

According to my idea, I would cuddle and hug Marianne until John overreacted. Before that, I couldn't sleep with Marianne. Because when Marianne was deeply hit by John and burst out the emotions that had been suppressed for so many years.

When I took action, I used a promise and a bright future to instigate her rebellion. The image of emphasizing love and justice was an important bargaining chip that increased her support for me when I persuaded her.

But now I do it, and I do it from early morning to noon.

what to do?

Who can turn the tide for me?

After leaving the room with an ugly face, I went to Sachs and asked him about ways to save the earth.

"Do you know what my nickname is?" Saxophone held his head high and put his hands in his hands, looking like he was awesome.

"**?"

"Wrong! It's a Bed Saint that's one level higher than the ***, and three levels higher than the Love Saint!"

"Where did this explanation come from?"

"Think about it, just getting women's affection is nothing, because getting love doesn't mean getting them to sleep with you, and women can fall in love with a man and also fall in love with other men. But, the bed saint is

It’s different. What is love? The ultimate goal of love is to go to bed. Although a woman will fall in love with other men, she will go to bed with me. Isn’t this more difficult?!"

This seems to be the case.

As an invincible bed sage, Sachs said: "So, for that woman, from today on you don't have to go home and go out to fool around with me every night!"

"What's the use?"

"This is called retreating to advance!" said the Bed Sage, who claimed to be three levels higher than the Love Sage.

"Can you explain it in detail?"

"According to His Highness, that happy memory was just the result of an impulse, and Your Highness doesn't want that woman to know that you are carefree. Therefore, only by escaping and immersing yourself in alcohol can you show your regret to the greatest extent.

.In addition, no matter who started the whole thing first, it is His Highness’s fault. So no matter what, at this moment you have lost the initiative.

Position. Only by taking a step back and escaping can you get rid of the influence of that uncontrollable mistake. And as the person involved, she must be holding back a lot of things to say. If you don't show up, she will have to hold it back, so she can only hold it back.

Only when she takes the initiative to talk to His Highness can His Highness gain the initiative again. Going out to hang out with me will kill two birds with one stone. You can escape while showing the greatest degree of remorse."

As expected of a ** who wanders among thousands of flowers, she simplifies very complicated things in one go!

So I made a "strategic shift" and followed Sachs around. I stayed up all night and immediately ran away from Marianne when I saw her. I don't know how long this kind of life will last, but fortunately, I followed Sachs out to fool around.

, made me discover John, a cuckold.

As the saying goes, a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

We found John at the place where Saxophone was hanging out, and I felt more confident that he would vent his frustration on Marianne.

The task of provoking John's anger was once again handed over to Sachs, who had already saved the earth from danger several times. My request to him was very simple, that is, to make John, the cuckold, hysterical, and at the same time to make his family

His wife turned against him.

Sacks happily accepted the order and left, patting his chest and promising that he would definitely make that guy understand what the greatest misfortune in life is.

That night, Sachs relied on his familiarity to drag John to a group date, and came back with great interest the next day to tell me that everything was settled.

"Can playing group p make people understand the greatest misfortune in life?" I asked Eugene.

"Suffering from syphilis is really the greatest misfortune." Eugene curled his lips and complained, which was really sharp.

Sachs was very dissatisfied with our misinterpretation of his intention: "Eugene, what do you know? He plays with other people's wives crazily in bed. When he wakes up the next day and recalls the hysteria last night, he will not bring that scene into

To his wife?"

"So, as long as His Highness leaves a few obvious lip marks and some bruises on that lady, and then lets him see it, hehehehe." Sachs sneered.

"I see."

"Ahem, Your Highness Nikephoros, I think you should treat love a little more sacredly. If you can't hold it in, I can tell you that people can solve it with their hands."

After hearing this, I instantly became speechless.

Damn it, Eugene is the big boss? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at Qidian. Your monthly vote is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m to read.)

ps: I won’t tell you that I deleted nearly 1,500 words in this chapter.
Chapter completed!