She grimaced in pain as she twisted her right arm to reach her back. Her waist is in a kind of pain unexplainable. Matthew was a beast in bed.
Turning the shower knob into full blast her grimace turned into a grin and a soft chuckle escaped her lips, as she returned the pink body scrub on its hook.
Her body is sore and tender because Matthew made sure no part of her was left untouched.
Her face burned in shame when she vividly remembered an image of her writhing and screaming in bed like some kind of animal under attack.
Her frigid husband turned out to be a hungry beast in bed.
She wasn't complaining but she couldn't help the pinch of shame crawled into her for she never thought she could be so shameless in bed. Even taking the initiative and vulgarly demanding what she wants to be done to her, explicitly nonetheless.
"It was consensus and it's not like Matthew was complaining ,' she clicked her tongue and turned off the shower.
