Exhausted after a hard night’s fuck.
Ayah shrieked, “Noooooooo!”
Nic saw what she was looking at and smirked. “Relax, lieverd. We are married. There’s nothing wrong—-”
“Everything’s wrong with it,” Ayah wailed. “What’s your family going to think—-”
“Exactly what they’re supposed to think,” he replied promptly. “That you were tired.”
She shook her head, pulling down locks of her hair to cover her face. “I can’t believe you typed—-Nic,” she cried out when she heard the click from his phone.
In seconds, her Instagram icon showed one new entry on her newsfeed. It was her photo with hair completely covering her face.
My Yak.
And there was a comment, too.
Embarrassed after a hard night’s fuck!
“I take it back,” she told him hurriedly. “Will you please delete your Instagram account? Please? Please?”