Divorced for Binal
Don't divorce

The two smooth thighs were wide open, as the feeling of immense pleasure touched the sensitive part of it that was hidden even deeper. Miranda's delicate hand squeezed firmly into the arms of her beloved husband, as the lips melumaat and the body jolted violently because of the keenness in feeling unmatched pleasure in achieving release and pleasure in lovemaking.

"Gr ..." Miranda wriggled wildly as Dean edged the end of the chewy part that felt tight while squeezing softly full of feeling.

Meanwhile, Dean is more and more excited to land his ultimate weapon on Miranda's smooth thigh without being able to maneuver into the valley of heavenly pleasures belonging to beautiful women who are containing the seeds of their love. "Hmmhhh .. ahh Japath ..."

The sweat of both men poured out regardless of Robert who was waiting in the area under the Monata residence, with Marisa.

"Sorry Miss Marisa, where's Miranda? Did he not know there was an official schedule today? Why should I wait for your nephew? He was a permit for a while, because he was paying taxes on the housing he just bought." Robert slightly clucked in annoyance, not expecting that the arrival would have to wait for Miranda to descend from the second floor.

Thus, Marisa only smiled faintly as she said, "Please wait here Bang. Because Miranda just came back and it's on the second floor. Maybe she misses her husband first. I don't know if a young man wants to go to work." He simply left Robert in the guest room, upset, after successfully asking Tyas and Adrian to leave the residence in a disrespectful manner.

Hearing Marisa's words as if still ignited emotions, because the struggle was caused by the husband's nephew, making the mother of three children's heads throbbing. 'This is how you marry someone's husband. Even embarrass your own family!' Sorry to mutter in my heart.

Long enough Robert had to wait for the appearance of Miranda which was fairly long enough, making the tall and middle-aged man snort annoyed. 'Where is Miranda Deck? Why until this hour he has not come down also ...?' 

Finally Robert was a little surprised when he heard from a distance the faint voice of the woman who was crying very loudly. No doubt, make the man stand up from his seat then look for the direction of the voice that is very familiar to him. 'Mirish ...' He regretted it in his heart, 'Why is he screaming like that? Did her husband hurt her?'

I don't know what happened that morning. To be sure, all the residents of the Monata residence heard crying from the direction of the second floor.

"Mirishandah!" Marisa squealed from the dining room, ran up the stairs and passed Dean leaving her husband's niece in a heartache as a second wife.

Quickly, Marisa held Dean's arm that was about to pass leaving Miranda's room and said, "What did you do to my husband's niece?"

Dean's hustle removed his hand from Marisa's grasp and stared intently at the established woman. "Don't interfere in my household affairs Auntie, just try asking the aunt's niece, whose child is in her womb!"

Laughter Marisa grinned widely, she shook her head then asked again, "Is that not your child? Didn't you guys spend a lot of time together and right now my niece is pregnant, you just ask whose child? Huh huh? Where's your brain Dean Alexander!" He was completely ignited by the flames of anger.

Honestly, Marisa doesn't want to see any contention inside her mansion. However, Miranda's sobs that increasingly sounded very moving made one man's hand immediately wrapped around Dean's neck.

"You're doing Miranda, you son of a bitch!" Robert, who had been waiting for his new secretary in the living room of the magnificent Monata house, immediately pushed Dean's body and immediately fell on the floor.

Robert's foot stepped on Dean's back, with one of the man's arms drawn up, also twisting him so much that Dean was strangled with pain when one of his hands was locked and unable to move anymore.

"Tell me, what did you do to my servant son of the devil!" Robert increasingly pressed his foot wrapped in police PDL shoes and slightly lowered his head in order to see the face of the man who was still grimacing withstood the pain. "Just tell me what you did to Miranda!" The hardship again with the voice getting louder.

"A-a-a-I just divorced her! W-w-because he betrayed me, Bang!" Dean replied in a stammer, as his cheeks felt the shiny black shoes press more and more on his face.

Marisa is wide-eyed, not expecting Miranda to be divorced by Dean that day. "What's? Divorce?" He shouted while running to look for Miranda's whereabouts.

The soft, delicate hand was embracing Marisa's arm very strongly. Miranda was crying so much, making the mother of three children immediately kissed Miranda's head gently.

"Calm down baby, think about your current situation. You're pregnant, Mir." Marisa tries to calm down and invites Miranda to go up to the bed that still looks messy.

Miranda was still crying, she was talking and feeling zolimi, "Dean divorced me, Auntie. She doesn't believe that I'm carrying her child."

"Cup, cup, cup darling. Don't cry like this. It's possible that Dean would have been a philanderer and believed all of Adrian or Tyas' words. You calm down, okay?" Marisa grabs the glass on the nightstand, then takes the water for Miranda.

Marisa's efforts appeased Monata's niece, not expecting the day to be so heartbreaking because of Dean's nature of trusting only the quarrel that morning.

Honestly Dean did not want to see Miranda like that, but the honesty of his second wife who told him honestly about the dissatisfaction in bed, it made the one-child man think that Miranda had underestimated him as a man of husband status.

"So you're satisfied with Adrian? Or maybe it's true, if the child in your womb is Adrian's son, Mir!" Tukas Dean when he heard Miranda asking to play back in the usual way halal couples do.

"Why do you think so, Dean? It's natural that I'm asking you for my rights as a wife, but what? Have you ever met the needs of my desires as a wife as a normal woman?" Miranda, who was on the verge of her passion, was carried away by emotions because she felt her head throbbing a little because of the feeling of wanting to be released.

Dean's forehead flinched, his face flushed red from embarrassment. "What do you mean? Have you been doing anything you've never been satisfied with? Don't you love me for what Miranda Anderson is?" His sergeant did not accept Miranda's increasingly demanding remarks.

"I love you so much, but I'm never satisfied with our bed relationship which is far from normal. As long as you have to use your fingers to satisfy me, why not use your anuhh! Are you abnormal and unable to give me satisfaction!?" Miranda answered with her hands.

Hearing Miranda's reply like that, it suddenly made Dean's blood boil to the top. Just a few seconds they dihibiskan time in the bed of the contest, now have to accept the request of the wife who greatly dropped her pride as a husband and also a man who has two wives.

Dean's pointer pointed at Miranda's face, "Miranda Anderson, today I'm divorcing you, because of your infamy! I won't mind you, because I'm sure the child in your womb isn't my seed! Except Adrian's seed, because you're still in a relationship with him!"

Thin little lips and beautiful face was instantly turned into a wistful, red mouth was gaped, smooth and white cheeks looked red. After all, Dean was an excellent school-time love.

Miranda shook her head softly, her eyes paled, her lips quivering again, "No Dean. We will never get divorced because I love you so much! Please, don't do that to me, because I've done everything for you, for us!"

"No Mir! I'll divorce you anyway and I'll talk to Om Monata!"

"Don't Dean, I beg you, I'm sorry!" Miranda squirms at Dean's feet just to beg.

Dean seemed to not care about Miranda's request, for sure he chose to leave the room, but the woman who was carrying the seed of love is not yet known for sure who her father shouted loudly calling the name of her husband siri.

"Dean! Dean ... don't divorce me! I beg!"