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“You little bitch!” Jason roared, his face florid with rage. His eyes, hard and angry, were fiery balls of lust. He threw his wife on the bed.
Joyce curled quickly into a ball. Her sheer pale-orange nightie, outlining her lush body, rose a little higher when she drew her knees up to her tits. She covered her face with her trembling hands. Her thick blonde mane was disheveled, a few silky strands clinging to her tear-streamed face. She was sobbing loudly.
Jason Miller leered at his wife’s bare slender legs and the soft supple curves of her body underneath the flimsy nightgown. His cock ached like never before, stiff, swollen. He rubbed his prick.
“I’m your husband, Goddammit!” he snarled. His tone was not as loud, but just as vicious. “I’m sick and tired of all your shit. You’re nothing but a pain in the fuckin’ ass.”
His twenty-year-old wife was terrified. A virgin until one week ago, she still hadn’t adjusted. On the first night of their honeymoon, she had suffered through the pain and anguish of her body being invaded and her cherry torn from her in a brutal attack by her husband. Jason had fucked her every night thereafter, putting her through the same torment.
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