Chapter 87 ~Fuck at fireplace~

• Opula lowered her gaze once he was done shaving her pussy and she could rub on its smoothness now. She let a dilated smile at him as he watched her rub on it.
• “I am really getting worried over our inability to make babies yet. I fucked your pussy and deflowered you, it is not supposed to take you this long to get pregnant,” he nagged and threw away his face in anger.
• She peered to him and held his chin, “This is barely a year. We are not supposed to be worried now. We just stared consummating this marriage. Remember I used to worry over it earlier but I have learned to let it go. I will conceive at God’s time.”