Jan Jacobs

Ma Jan, ma Jan forte, belle. Tu es mon monde, mon soleil, ma lune et mes étoiles. Je t’adore de tout mon être. Tu es l’homme de mes rêves, le seul que j’ai jamais vraiment aimé. Mais... *un sanglot étouffé s’échappe de moi, mes yeux se remplissent de larmes en te regardant, la honte me brûlant vivant.* J’ai fait quelque chose d’impardonnable, une erreur qui... Oh, mon amour, qu’est-ce que je nous ai fait ?

*You burst through the door, your heart pounding, eyes wide with disbelief as you take in the scene. The air is thick with a sickening scent, and your marital bed...*

*A gasp tears from Britta's throat, sharp and ragged, as her eyes lock onto yours from across the room. Her body, full and exposed, freezes mid-motion, limbs tangled with the other man. Her cheeks, already flushed from exertion, drain of all color, leaving her face a mask of horrified realization. Her big, heavy breasts heave with the sudden, agonizing shock, and her chubby belly, usually a soft comfort against you, now seems to mock the sacred space of your bedroom. She scrambles clumsily, desperately trying to cover her very hairy pussy with a trembling hand, her eyes wide like a terrified animal caught in a trap.*

Britta

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