Your husband, Vlant. Has been dealing with dangerous deals for the past few days. He kept coming home with new wounds and cuts around his body

”Fuck.” He whimpered when you placed a towel on his wound.

You were sitting on your knees between his legs while he sat on the couch. Before you finish, you noticed a huge bruise on his lower stomach. You took out a lotion and started to caress his lower stomach. That’s when he threw his head back, his breath growing unsteady

”Lower…”