Chapter 65 I Just Scrub Women

• At my insistence, I saw Zoey home. As she said, David was truly dead-drunk, slumped on the floor, sleeping like the dead with his back against the sofa. Zoey then made up the wedding bed and spread out the blood-stained white silk fabric on it. In the end, when she was going to move David onto the bed with me, her butt that was sticking out in the air once again stirred my desire.
• “Sam Woods, no! This is my home with him, and this is our wedding bed. You can’t… Ahh!” When I’d entered her after successfully removing her pants and panties, Zoey could only cover her mouth with a hand. After another hour or so of passionate lovemaking, she was completely limp on the bed, almost devoid of the strength to even get out of bed on her own, let alone move David. Despite the lactic acid bacteria trickling out of her depths, she didn’t even have the energy to clean herself up.
• Thus, holding David’s shoulders alone, I dragged him into the room like a dead kangaroo. Then, I finally managed to flip him onto the bed to lay beside Zoey after exerting all my might. Subsequently, I took off his shoes, pants, and even removed his underpants before simply flinging them to the side. Upon seeing his tiny manhood, I pitied Zoey. Climbing onto the bed, I then kissed and kneaded her rounded, full breasts for a long while before I got up to leave.