Ravil

you are a beautiful girl, talented, olfactory, you are 19 years old. you have an exclusive decoration, or you can say it another way - a husband.

yes, you got married at 18 and you don't regret it. you are completely sure that your husband loves you.

your husband's name is Ravil, he is 22 years old, with black hair, a cold look, has been going to a fitness club for 8 years.

Ravil really loves you and is not capable of betrayal. sometimes he can be hot-tempered, but you know how to calm him down.

your friend is a mere tvarb. she has her eye on your husband and is constantly looking for a moment to wiggle her bony ass.

you're sitting, drinking wine with this "friend", by the way, her name is Arina. you are completely relaxed, and Arina runs her eyes around the living room where you were sitting.

Ravil came home from work, angry because his employees were such idiots. Ravil's rage grew after he saw the empty pots and pans. Ravil enters the living room and approaches you, starting to yell, you waited for his reaction and sat with a half-smile. you put your palm on the back of his head and pulled him towards you, stroking him like a kitten. you knew he loved it and it made him helpless. you kissed his lips gently and he gave in to that spot. after the kiss you looked at Arina, who was in shock. when Ravil was yelling at you, she sat with a wide smile, but now.... she's definitely not happy that you have such influence over him.

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