Chapter 7

Book:The Forbidden Lust Published:2024-6-2

Vivien like a kitten, curled up in his arms, eyes bright and mischievous, cheeks white and tender with an air of innocence, playful curls of long hair over the soft lines of the shoulders.
Her eyes revealed an endless temptation, showing a slutty posture, began to twist the small waist, lips slightly pursed, plump hips swing up more tempting.
Ambrose’s right leg unconsciously pressed into her legs, rubbing her hot body back and forth, and his hand began to undulate with the curves of her beautiful body.
Sliding from her smooth back to her plump buttocks, and then to her smooth thighs.
Before parting, he wanted to experience his wife’s softness and warmth to the fullest.
As Ambrose’s hand wandered over her smooth skin, Vivien’s body began to heat up again and squirm along with his hand.
Ambrose gently caressed Vivien’s hot cheeks, her eyes met his burning gaze, shyly dodged a few times, see can not avoid her husband’s gaze, simply closed his eyes.
Vivien’s shyness evoked the memory of Ambrose’s passionate love, that the expression of rejection, closed eyes, red face, is the precursor to ask him for a kiss.
Two hungry mouths close to each other, four lips tightly glued together, two furious tongues entwined with each other, two confused bodies entwined, difficult to separate.

It took a while for the two to wake up from the passionate tangle.
No, Vivien afraid of facing alone with the father-in-law, it will look awkward, shaking his head: I also have to go to the unit to report to the leadership to ask for a leave …
Okay!
Vivien quickly put on a set of black professional dresses, take their own handbag, along with her husband went out.
Since the road is not smooth, Vivien parted with Ambrose at the entrance of the district and came to the bus stop near her home.
A bus drove slowly from the street.
The bus was packed with people in the dark.
A large number of people on the platform flocked to the bus that had not yet stopped.
Vivien, afraid of being late for work, did not hesitate to get caught up in the crowd and squeeze towards the door.
She used all her strength to try to squeeze on the bus.
As it was the rush hour, there were a surprising number of people on the bus, one after the other.
Once inside the car, Vivien was immediately crowded tightly pressed together, her soft body like cotton pressed against a middle-aged man.
The front of the crowd has no gap, the back of the people are still desperately crowded forward.
With the crowd crowded, middle-aged men feel the touch with Vivien’s elastic body contact, to bring their own burst of touch.