Chapter 802: The Forceful Ex-Husband
Just then, Dolores had already tidied up her clothes and stepped out of the bedroom, her long, sexy legs encased in stockings. Kevin, frustrated to the point of almost spitting blood, worried that Dolores might get suspicious if she couldn't find him. He had no choice but to crawl out from under the bed, his erection still painfully hard, and try to sneak out to the living room unnoticed.
However, Dolores was standing right in the middle of the living room, looking around as if searching for Kevin. After a moment of hesitation, she walked to the bathroom door and knocked gently. "Kevin, are you in there? Let's go."
Kevin was in a bind. If Dolores didn't see him, she would definitely get suspicious. Trying to sneak out now would almost certainly get him caught. He regretted letting his perverse curiosity get the better of him and spying on Dolores.
At that moment, someone knocked on the front door. Through the bedroom door crack, Kevin saw Dolores quickly walk to the door and open it. Her demeanor changed dramatically as she shouted, "What are you doing here? I told you I never want to see you again. Leave now."
"Dolores, don't be so heartless," a man in a suit and tie swaggered into the living room, plopping down on the sofa with a smirk. "We were married for years. Surely there's still some feelings left."
Dolores's face turned cold as she pointed at the man and said icily, "Simon, stop playing the rogue. I'll give you one minute to leave, or I'll call the police and report you for trespassing."
Kevin observed the man, noticing his large head, thick neck, and pockmarked face. He thought this must be Dolores's ex-husband. He couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman would marry a man like this.
Simon, however, was unfazed. He crossed his legs and ogled Dolores's legs and ample bosom with a lecherous grin. "Dolores, you're getting more beautiful, especially with those stockings. I remember the first time we met, you wore black stockings. Those sexy legs nearly drove me insane. Every time we made love, my favorite part was slowly peeling those stockings off your legs. It was even more thrilling than the act itself."
"Simon, stop it," Dolores said, her mind flashing back to intimate moments with Simon, which filled her with disgust. She stepped back instinctively, her face contorted in revulsion. "We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Are you leaving or not?"
"Dolores, I didn't come here today to leave," Simon said with a sinister smile. "I came to talk about getting back together."
"Getting back together?" Dolores was taken aback, then scoffed. "Simon, are you dreaming? Do you think I would ever agree to that? What about your mistress? Weren't you head over heels for her, insisting you had to marry her?"
"Don't mention her," Simon said, looking annoyed as he scratched his head. "That woman only knows how to spend money. I regret it now. I realize you're the one for me, Dolores. I made a mistake. Please give me another chance. I promise I won't fool around anymore."
"Too late!" Dolores said coldly. "Simon, you know my temper. I made it clear when we got married: I can forgive any mistake except infidelity. I can't trust you anymore. That's my principle."
"Dolores, what do you want me to do? Should I kneel?" Simon suddenly did something shocking. He dropped to his knees in front of Dolores. "I won't get up until you agree."
"Simon, don't you find this ridiculous?" Dolores looked down at her kneeling ex-husband with a cold expression, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She had given Simon a chance when she discovered his affair, but he had stubbornly chosen the other woman. Now that he regretted it, he kept coming back, but her heart was already dead.
Kevin, peeking from the bedroom, found the scene more gripping than any soap opera. He wondered if Dolores would soften and agree to reconcile with this big-headed man.
"Dolores, I really love you. I'll be your dog from now on, following you wherever you go," Simon said, panicking as Dolores turned to leave. He crawled forward on his knees, wrapping his arms around her stocking-clad leg, rubbing his face against her thigh and panting. "Dolores, please, I know you're lonely too. Don't you want this?"
"Let go of me!" Dolores's face changed as she tried to shake Simon off, but her forceful movement caused her to stumble and fall.
Before she could get up, Simon pounced on her like a hungry wolf, his mouth exploring her face, his hands squeezing her firm breasts. "Baby, I know you want this. Let me satisfy you."
"You bastard, let go of me, or I'll scream," Dolores struggled, but Simon's massive body pinned her down. Her punches were weak against his chest, only fueling his lust.
Simon tore open Dolores's shirt, revealing her black lace bra. He pushed the bra up, exposing her white breasts. He grabbed one in each hand, squeezing them as he lowered his head to lick her cleavage. He felt ecstatic, finally getting to play with Dolores's breasts again. Despite her stubborn personality, her body was perfect, with large, round, and firm breasts. Every time they made love, he loved playing with her breasts and legs.
"Dolores, your breasts seem bigger. Have you been playing with other men?" Simon sneered as he fondled her. "You have no right to judge me. Wearing such slutty underwear to seduce men, you dirty woman. I'm going to teach you a lesson."
"Let go, you bastard," Dolores cried, her face contorted in pain as Simon squeezed her breasts. She kicked and slapped him, but couldn't stop his assault. She regretted letting him in. Now, she was helpless against him. Was she going to be raped by Simon?
Though she had been intimate with Simon many times, they were divorced now. She loathed him and didn't want any contact. Feeling his tongue on her nipples made her skin crawl. She felt humiliated, knowing that reporting him would be futile. Simon had influence in Starfall Town, and their past relationship would make any legal action pointless.
"Smells so good," Simon said, sucking on her nipples and inhaling her scent. He let go of one breast and moved his hand to her stocking-clad thigh. "Baby, you want this. After tonight, we'll be a family again."
He slid his hand under her skirt, rubbing her through her stockings. Dolores moaned involuntarily, her face red. Despite her resistance, her body reacted to his touch. A long-neglected desire stirred within her, weakening her resolve.
Simon felt triumphant, thinking his plan was working. Once he had sex with her, Dolores would surely agree to reconcile.
He lifted her skirt, admiring her long legs in stockings. Dolores's legs were sexy, and the stockings made them even more alluring. Every time she wore stockings, it drove him wild. He couldn't wait to enjoy her body again.
He caressed her legs, kissing her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, making his cock hard. He pulled down her stockings and black panties, revealing her pink vulva under a bush of pubic hair. He had penetrated this sweet spot countless times, knowing its pleasures well.
Simon quickly undressed, revealing his thick, dark penis. He was ready to thrust into her. He knew once he was inside, Dolores's icy demeanor would melt into lust.
Feeling his hot glans at her entrance, Dolores panicked. She knew Simon's penis well. He was really going to enter her. She wanted to resist, but her body was weak. Simon knew her sensitive spots, making her powerless.
"No, don't," Dolores cried, filled with fear and shame. She felt a small hope, though she couldn't say what for. As a single woman, she hadn't had sex in a long time. Facing a penis that had once given her pleasure, her body wanted to yield. Her labia parted for his glans, ready to be penetrated.
Simon held her hips, rubbing his cock against her wet lips, savoring the moment of conquering his proud ex-wife. This slow seduction was more thrilling than mere penetration.
As his glans teased her labia, her vagina began to lubricate. The intimate contact made Simon tremble with excitement. He couldn't wait any longer. He was about to thrust into her when he felt a sudden breeze behind him. Dolores's face showed shock. He sensed danger but couldn't react in time. A heavy blow struck his head, making his vision blur. Dolores's face faded as he lost consciousness, the world going dark.
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