Chapter 446

• Lucien
• He sat, watching her while his member hardened painfully.
• The F*CK!, he thought, as he watched her, her glossy hair in a dark sheath behind her, reaching her wide hips, the full breasts straining under the shirt which was beyond repair. He vaguely remembered that she had laughed as she cuddled up to him, before the birth of their youngest son, showing him the shirt and telling him how their younger sons had bought it for her. He had been stroking her breast absently, a hand pillowing his head as he listened to her, enjoying a private moment with her, without the entire brood of children he had fathered surrounding his Woman.