ted his kiss.

Eventually I stuck to the man's neck, my hands wrapped around his back, and in the end I remember my entire body clung to the man while I rocked my hips. From the feeling of climax the man blew his seed in me, and I pleaded for his seed to get me pregnant.

Moaning while against the chest of the man who killed my husband as I am brought to climax, I shake my hips as if demanding to get pregnant. I wonder if there is such a slovenly and insane woman.

I am a lewd woman just like the man said. For the ten days before the capital, the man sought my body every day. I resisted each time, but once my switch got flipped my body refused to listen to me, and my vagina opened up immediately. I also performed fellatio which I haven't even done for my husband, and while sucking on the breast milk made for my beloved child, the man made my womb accept all of his lust. Moreover he never once raped me by force. That made things unnecessarily cruel and depressing.

I must admit it. My body is falling in love with him. Right now I am desperately holding onto my hatred as fuel, but if he continues to tame my body like this my heart will eventually fall.

Originally, I would take a knife to my neck and cut myself to death, but if I die now Rose's fate will also be sealed. I must stay alive at all costs. And once that child is safe I will end my life, if possible I will never say I get along with that man. I pray that this will happen before my everything belongs to that man.