Chapter 167. A Petition

The couples stared at each other, panting softly, their foreheads touching.

Racheal smiled, Steffan returned her smile, and they started giggling.

“I am sure someone heard us.” She said.

“I don’t care.” He moved to kiss her forehead.

She placed her hands on his large face and kissed him deeply.

When she finally let go, he hugged her tight. She was still seated beside the sink.

“I am sorry.” He said.

She nodded, her chin hitting his shoulder in their tight embrace.

“I was not very mad, just irritated.”

“I know.” He said, sighing contentedly.

“You know?”

“Mhm hmm. You had the face of a woman who wanted to be fucked silly.” He said.

She laughed, and gently pushed him away from her. “What?”

“Yes. You just needed a good fuck to feel better.” He said, stroking her jaw.

He pulled her back into an embrace. He was back to his soft self, the man who hugged her and did not want to go