He stormed into the kitchen as she was chopping some fat, freshly and earthly removed carrots. He grabbed her by the hair, she cried out loud---Ouch! and he pinned her to the wall, as he creep close to her scared, teary and glaring eyes. His large manly hands totally eclipsing her small, petite French neck. Her shiny pearls torn off from her neck, dropping on the floor in bouncing bubble loud sound. "WHY B!TCH? WHY? " He yelled at her while she gasped for air as the throat holf tightened. He slapped her with the right hand, as he continued to choke her with his left. Slap! Slap! "WHY"? She began to suddenly feel a little bit unafraid. The slaps became less pouncing and firm, it was more of a tap on the edge of the flushed cheeks. As if trying to awaken her blood flow free, opening her pores for sweat, and endorphins to be released in the air. He moved his hands down her blouse, her bosom, ripped off the buttons as they fell down joining the shinny, pearls balls on the ground. He leaned over to her ears as he continued to intensely choke her. "WHY DID U CHEAT ON ME"?????? He slapped her again, only a little harder this time, he enjoyed the fluctuating levels of her moan, and grunt from pain mixed with pleasure. Her bosooms were flushed with blood, as of course- her cheeks and lips as well. It was too evident for him to see that she was extremely aroused. He quickly unzipped, and exposed his very erect, and super excited 4 inch.
"CUT" She cried out loud. Honey why does my dream end up in this moment?--- Lady Basra --cried as she gets up from her bed, and her clueless husband still sleeping and snoring , a clueless-ly happy in the Somali way!
