Plump And Voluptuous Housewife Rena Horikawa Enjoys Intense Sexual Encounters.

“I’m yours.”

The fingers in her hair tightened, and I slowly tugged on it. Pulling away, I looked into her eyes, completely at a loss for words. She was looking at Chloe as she asked the question, obviously assuming my bodyguard was the one who roughed him up. “Oh my god! Can you try a little harder to wake him up?”

It was scary how quickly Natashya raised her hand, balled it into a fist, and brought it down on the man’s head. My bodyguard managed to catch me as I crashed into her, preventing our faces from smashing into each other as we both went to the floor. She’s one of those romantic look-in-your-eyes types that—”

I lunged at him. Her tone suggested she was speaking to people being mildly unreasonable instead of breaking off a fistfight while holding two pistols. I wasn’t sure if that was something he inherited from our father or if it was something passed onto him from his upbringing, but it had cost him dearly.