Savage Love On His Wheelchair

437 Bloodbath

Wilson looked at Rosemary, who was sleeping soundly, and called softly.

"Well ......" Rosemary frowned lightly, rolled over, and continued her sleep.

"Rosemary, Rosemary!"

Lowering his head and murmuring Rosemary's name, Wilson looked at her pink cheeks and her moist

pink lips and couldn't help but lower them.

Four lips met, Wilson instantly felt in his head, a reaction.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that can be more beautiful than this.

"Mmmm ......" Rosemary hummed softly and felt something on her lips, licking them gently.

Wilson half did not respond, and when he did, their lips were already kissing together.

Uncontrollably, he pinned Rosemary beneath his body.

The kiss was like a surprise after a long reunion, and all of Wilson's senses felt an unprecedented

excitement at the moment.

It seems that just a light touch can set him on fire.

Rosemary's lips still had the remaining alcohol from the wine, perhaps precisely because of the

alcohol.

She didn't push Wilsonaway, but cooperated with his kiss.

Kisses that get deeper and deeper.

The large palm kept on her body constantly roaming, the hot palm temperature seems to burn

everything, at the last moment, Wilson stopped his movements.

Looking at the very difficult Rosemary, Wilson forced himself to endure the hardness under his body

and said in a hoarse voice, "Rosemary, not today, when your body is healed, I will satisfy you properly!"

With those words, Wilson placed a soft kiss on her lips before getting off the bed and going into the

bathroom.

Twist the switch on the cold water and let the rain wash the fire inside your body over and over again.

Lowering his head, Wilson took a deep breath.

What do you mean by self-inflicted, now it is.

Forbidden for so long, his body was so easily ruffled by Rosemary.

Wilson also does not know how long he rushed inside the bathroom with cold water, only that he came

out, already exhausted, wrapped in a towel and went straight to Rosemary's side to lie down, and soon

went to sleep.

The night is like ink, outside the window from time to time some insects and birds chirping, hanging in

the sky at the moment the moon may sneak out to play, but also quietly hide in the clouds, the silvery

light of her moon slowly put away.

Early the next morning, Rosemary slowly opened her eyes and saw Wilson lying beside her.

When she saw Wilson's slightly open bathrobe, revealing those sexy and perfect six-pack abs,

Rosemary only felt her cheeks burning.

Although Rosemary and Wilson had already had skin-to-skin contact, it was, after all, in a dream, like

now, or for the first time.

Rosemary looked at Wilson who was sleeping soundly, the long eyelashes were like two small fans, it

was very beautiful.

This man's eyelashes how to grow so good, even longer than hers, God is really too unfair.

Seeing Wilson sleeping heavily, he gently reached out and touched his eyelashes that were like an ink

fan.

"Is it nice?"

Wilson grabbed Rosemary's small hand and looked at her with an evil look on his face.

Rosemary didn't expect Wilson to wake up so quickly and for him to catch herself just being a

nymphomaniac.

What a disgrace!

Hastily drawing back her hand, Rosemary looked away and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Honey, this is our room, of course I'm here!"

Wilson looked at the flushed Rosemary and was in a good mood.

"We're divorced!"

She felt the need to emphasize once again, otherwise this lonely man and woman in a room together,

sooner or later, she will be eaten up by him!

"Wife, when did we get divorced, our marriage certificate are still well placed inside the drawer? Do you

need to take it out for my husband to show you carefully?"

Wilson rolled over and wrapped his arms around Rosemary's slender waist, burying his head in the

crook of her neck.

"You let go of me first!"

Rosemary kept wriggling her body, trying to break free from his arms.

Just this seemingly nothing action, but easily Wilson's body inside the fire instantly hooked up, like a

source of fire, want to burn her out.

"Don't move!"

Forcing his body to resist the urge, Wilson shouted with difficulty.

Rosemary, who was still trying to struggle, suddenly found that his waist seemed to be held against a

hard object, and he could still feel the heat imparted by that object.

"It looks like you got something on my waist there!"

A small touch of a hand ......

"Hiss ......"

Before he could react, Wilson heard a scream ......

"Ah, rascals ......"

Rosemary's hand had just touched something under Wilson when she jumped up from the bed and ran

as fast as she could into the bathroom.

Looking at Rosemary who ran into the bathroom like the wind, Wilson looked at the bathroom door with

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How did he go rogue?

It's obvious that she's the one who's being a rascal!

Does she not know that the morning is the most physically active time for men?

Wilson lowered his head and looked at his poor brother, who hadn't eaten meat for so long and hadn't

smelled it yet, but was so scared by a scream that he didn't even dare to lift his head.

Standing in front of the mirror, Rosemary could clearly feel that one of her hearts was still thumping

until now.

Rosemary, Rosemary, what have you just done?

Just thinking about what she had just done made Rosemary wish she never had to leave this door.

Hands over his face, really no face.

She wasn't going to go out for a while anyway. Rosemary was worried that Wilson would call her at the

door, so she simply took a shower first.

Twisting on the tap, Rosemary slowly pulled her clothes off.

Looking up, Rosemary saw herself in the mirror, covered in bruises and hickeys, and she could tell with

her toes who had done it.

He wouldn't even let his own physiological period go by and have a blood bath!