Horny Horns #3 They Ruined My Wife’s Ass: Horny Horns, #3

By A.A. Andrews

Uhmmm, that was my wife, Magda. It takes her a little time to warm up to new people. But once you get to know her, it gets worse! it is ok if you don't fill the hole in your wife's 'back garden', just make sure to allow her to bring whoever can. "You're embarrassing me," she winced."ohhh, offff, don't think I am a bad woman, ohhhh, off, I am a good respectable wife, ohhh, please respect me while my husband is here! I am.. I am very shy!!" Her hands went to the front of her thighs, but not to close them up. how many handymen can will pass that welcoming back door to make my horns high and proud?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.A. Andrews
• Release date: May 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224766239

Book preview

After the children left for school and her husband went to work, she went to the window and waited for something new to happen. She felt that there was more time before Wajih Al-Bayeh left for work. She stood in front of the woman and began to apply makeup on her face while her blood was seething in her veins. She combed her hair and sent strands flowing. It reached the shoulders and was decorated with gold pieces that she had long forgotten in the jewelry box. She hesitated between the red dress, the blue stretch pants, and the yellow blouse. The pants were tight and highlighted all the details of her body. She should look sexy and attractive in front of Wajih. She quickly pushed her feet into it, pulled it to her waist, and wore the tight yellow blouse over it. With her swollen chest, she returned to the woman to reassure herself of her adornment and straightened her eyebrows with her finger.

She looked sexy, and the stretch pants revealed the charms of her thighs and her drawn ass. She hesitated a little. She felt a little shy. She thought about what the neighbors might say when they saw her for the first time in sexy clothes. She put the scarf over her hair, then She went back and took it out. She is more beautiful and delicious when she reveals her hair. Hair is a woman’s crown.

She must give up the hijab. When it was time for Wajih to leave for work, she ran to the window. She made sure he had not gone out yet. She was reassured. She went down to the entrance of the building and stood looking at him, hotter than hot coals, and she was afraid. She looked around, afraid that someone would see her. Time passed slowly and slowly, and she was still waiting. Her confusion had dissipated, and there was nothing left in her except her eagerness to see Wajih and meet him. She waited so long that she thought he would not go to work today.

When she felt his footsteps on the stairs, she became confused and disturbed. She went out. From the door of the building, she was traveling and her heart was beating violently. She walked on the path that Wajih Al-Bey walked every day, looking back from one moment to the next. Her heart almost jumped from between her ribs with joy when she saw him a few steps away from her. She trembled and was overcome with fear, and her steps faltered and became slow. He was approaching. Of which . . He was next to her. She turned her face away from him. Suddenly she felt his hand gripping hers forcefully and harshly. She trembled and collected all her breaths and turned to him with a look of fear in her eyes and violently pulled her hand from his. She walked silently, fearing that the neighbors would see them, and she heard his voice faintly sharp as he asked her. saying

- Where is the beauty going?

She looked at him and said, her voice trembling:

- Stay away until we are far away from him.

He held her hand tightly and said defiantly:

- No one needs us.

She shuddered, her face congested, and she said in panic:

- Please wait while we are away.

- Why are you afraid?

She said, scolding him, her voice still trembling:

- I'm not afraid that someone will see us together and tell your wife.

He blurted out:

- We are neighbors and in the same house, and there is nothing wrong with them when they see us walking together.

Magda said as she tried to free her hand from his strong grip, as if she was convinced by his words:

- If he saw me with you and told your wife.

He said indifferently:

- My wife is your friend, we are neighbors, and she will definitely not say anything.

She said affectionately:

- Your wife criticizes me, and surely if she sees me with you, she will doubt us.

He said it alone:

- He buzzed in it.

She sighed, trying to get away from him:

- Why are you walking with me? . What do you want from me, your money and my money?

Wajih smiled and said:

- I don't know what you want

She let out a loud exhale from her mouth and said boldly in a low voice:

-You have cum to fuck her.

She said that and tried to run away from him. His face lit up and he said he was singing about her beauty:

- You are something else!

She said with a satisfied smile on her lips:

- what do you mean?

He sighed and said in a voice containing compassion and tenderness:

- You are truly a female. You have everything a man could wish for.

An absent happiness crept into her and she felt joy almost radiating on her face. She smiled and said in a voice full of pampering and tenderness.

- What else?

He raised his eyes and looked at her hungrily and said:

- The first time I laid eyes on you, I felt that you were mine, and my longing snatched you from me, and I said, I must return you and take you from him, so that you remain mine alone.

Her feelings were released and joy filled her from head to toe, and she said in ecstasy:

- I also felt the same feeling.

Wajih said in ecstasy:

- How did you feel?

She said in