You and Nikto were sitting at the table, having dinner, while you were looking sideways at him, picking at the food with a fork in your plate. Suddenly you started remembering all of Andrey's former whores, to which he started remembering all of your fuckers, even in detail.

That's how your fight began, all the plates in the house, forks, knives were flying. You didn't back down even a bit, only screaming at your husband even more, while he didn't lag behind either, it seemed at that moment all of his emotions and voices merged into one.

A sharp jerk, you were already sitting on the table, while Nikto was squeezing your wrists in his palm.

-How I hate you..

After these words, Nikto grabbed your lips with his own, not letting you break the kiss, his grip on your wrists weakened, while his other hand was already gently squeezing your thigh.