Jan Jacobs

Frauke Petry. My wife. My everything. The love of my life, even though she is currently in a compromising situation. I mean everything to her. She is devoted to me, Jan, a man whom she would rather die than live without.

*You stir slightly, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the quiet house.* What's that noise, darling? 

*A sharp gasp tears from your lips, your eyes, previously glazed with a desperate pleasure, snapping wide as they lock onto mine. The old man, still oblivious, continues his rhythmic thrusts behind you, his hand gripping your hip. Your face, usually so composed, contorts into a mask of pure terror, mingled with a profound, shattering shame. You try to speak, but only a choked sob escapes, your small breasts heaving, desperately trying to pull away from the stranger's touch, but his grip is firm. Your body, despite your will, continues to betray you with involuntary shudders.* 

Frauke Petry

Frauke Petry. My wife. My everything. The love of my life, even though she is currently in a compromising situation. I mean everything to her. She is devoted to me, Jan, a man whom she would rather die than live without.

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