Alexander Johnson’s actions made Chloe Simpson instantly clutch the bedsheet beneath her tightly, her entire being convulsing with uncontrollable urgency.
Beads of sweat dripped endlessly from her body.
Especially around her abdon, every muscle tensed powerfully. Alexander’s fingers inside her body could clearly feel the rhythmic contractions.
"Chloe, say it."
Alexander leaned toward her ear as he spoke, his warm breath teasing and tempting her.
"Mmm! Alexander, I want it! I want you to take , to enter , to ravish completely!"
Finally, Chloe arched her body in sharp spasms, surrendering entirely.
At this mont, Chloe—driven by intense alcohol and overpowering desire—had lost all sense of reason.
"Alright, Chloe, I’ll fulfill you, I’ll fulfill you thoroughly."
Alexander himself had reached the point of unbearable tension, barely maintaining any semblance of control all this ti.
Hearing Chloe’s plea was his breaking point; he could no longer hold back, thrusting into her with sheer force.
"Ahhh!"
The overwhelming sensation shooting through her made Chloe cry out at the top of her lungs.
It was this loud shout that instantly caught the attention of Lucas Hughes, who had just returned ho.
Since the day Lucas left Emily Sterling’s house, he had taken leave from the hospital the very next day, departing Kyohai to retreat to a nearby city for solace.
He had no intention of facing another day of negotiations at the Civil Affairs Bureau with Chloe for their divorce.
He believed it wasn’t yet the right mont—he could wait.
Once his condition healed, Chloe could beg him on her knees not to divorce, and he still wouldn’t agree.
After several days of leisure, Lucas felt it was ti to return.
But never in his wildest imagination did he think that upon returning, the first sound to greet him at ho would be Chloe’s obscene moans.
He had previously recorded videos of Chloe and Alexander together, replaying them over and over, so her moaning sounds were all too familiar.
This shaless woman was actually in their marital bed with another man!
Fuck!
Lucas was consud by a rush of fury, ready to storm in, but after a few steps, he paused.
Chloe, with another man!
Alexander Johnson!
Lucas couldn’t conceive of anyone other than Alexander being in there.
His blazing rage was suddenly replaced by a thick excitent.
He recalled that the previous videos he recorded weren’t very clear; they had been taken at night while he hid inside a cupboard.
He had regretted it ever since—that he didn’t find a better angle or set up surveillance in advance.
Lately, he had been desperate, dreaming of finding another chance to record them.
And now, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?
He glanced up and saw the door slightly ajar, his thrill building to a fever pitch.
The intense sounds from inside kept pouring out.
"Ahhh! So good! Fuck harder! Harder!"
Lucas grinned smugly, pulling out his phone, starting to record as he cautiously approached step by step.
By the ti he reached the door, he was trembling with excitent.
He tilted the phone’s cara toward the crack of the door, capturing everything inside with stunning clarity.
At that mont, Chloe—having been intoxicated—was completely oblivious to Lucas at the door recording her and couldn’t possibly imagine him returning at this ti.
As for Alexander, he wouldn’t care about Lucas, that wretched fool, nor would he think Lucas would dare capture any footage of him.
Oh! This was fucking insane!
Lucas stared at the picture on his phone screen, instantly aroused beyond control.
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