The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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Chapter 1164 A Satisfying Night
Brandon pressed Jagainst the bed and caressed from her s*hins all the way up to her t*highs. Janet’s breathing quickened
and hitched. Wait forto finish my work,” she murmured.
“Givetwo hours.” Brandon kissed her neck and roughly pulled off her s*kirt and u*nderwear. The clothes fell on her feet.
Brandon lifted one of Janet’s legs and put it over his shoulder. She was already w*et. “How w*et you are!” He marveled in a
playful voice. Biting her lower lip, Janet’s eyes fell on the b*ulge between Brandon’s legs.
Brandon removed his clothes, exposing his long, thick p*enis. Holding it, he rubbed himself against Js welcoming p*uss*y.
“Be gentle...” Jpushed against the tips of her toes and widened her legs. Each the entered her, she becwetter.
Brandon slowly unbuttoned Janet’s shirt, exposing her pure white, lace bra. Her pink n*ipples strained against the delicate

material, begging him to touch them. Js mouth opened unconsciously. Brandon rubbed her b*rea*sts forcefully.
“Ah,” she moaned. “Ah... Ah... Honey...”
Brandon hooked Janet’s other leg over his shoulder and thrust deeper. She felt him against the deepest parts of her body and
trembled involuntarily.
When Brandon thrust into her with all his strength, she was tight but yielding, embracing his p*enis, squeezing him. It felt
comfortable, natural. He increased the speed of his t*hrusts. The bed sheet tangled beneath them Janet’s fingers clutched the
pillow. She could not speak.
Brandon had found her most s*ensitive spot.
He pressed against it, and she trembled all over. Her m*oans were intermittent. She shed joyful tears.
The bodies of the two intertwined, their breathing rough and uneven. M*oans echoed between them, like the honeyed words of
lovers.
Finally, Brandon e*jacu*lated into her body. Janet’s mouth was wide; her throat too dry to speak.
Liquid flowed between her t*highs. Brandon’s eyes were unfocused. He called her nin a low voice, and his thick, long, hard
p*enis pushed d*eeper with each call until it filled her d*eepest part, and the liquid beca white fine foam, flowing from the

meeting point of their bodies and between their l*egs, sliding down.
Janet’s body was slippery with sweat, and Brandon’s d*esire had been completely satisfied.
Lying on the pillow, Jgasped for breath. Her hair was tangled. It clung to her neck and her flushed cheeks. She gazed at
Brandon’s contented face.
“Shall I take you to the bathroom?” Brandon shrugged into a bathrobe. His body glowed, satiated.
Jshook her head. She couldn’t even raise a finger.
Brandon returned to the bed and held her in his arms. He combed the tangles out of her long hair with his slender fingers. “I think
it’s a great idea for you to call your stuIris.” Leaning against his chest, Jfelt sleepy. She yawned and asked, “Why didn’t
you say anything about it before?”
“I’m just worried we will have less ttogether after you open your own studio.” Brandon played with Janet’s hair. He inhaled
the fragrance of her body and kissed her. “Honey, let’s do it again...”
He caressed Janet’s b*rea*sts, then heard a gentle snore escape her nostrils... Jhad fallen asleep.

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