HOT MOTHER & MR. BILLIONAIRE
Not the Haram

Inside the guest room, only this room was close to the stairs, Alka was already under the burly body of the husband.

Alka closed her eyes slowly as she felt Dante's heirloom burst into devouring all the tenderness she had down there.

Both hands squeezed the sheets, as Dante's position was less frequent to straighten his body over Alka's body.

He prefers the usual position, putting Alka's hip up a bit and holding it.

Ah, again Dante demanded a long game to Alka, not satisfied to make Dante sit Alka's body on top of her without letting go of her body.

Making Alka's stomach growl instantly, his hand gripped Dante's shoulder, "Emmmmh.." he groaned as he felt Dante's aggression made his blood boil to the brain.

Dante's left hand supported Alka's body while the right one was busy squeezing the wife's firm suppleness.

All the mixed feelings into one made her lips quiver from being tired, "My husband...." Alka is about to climax, but not with Dante.

He's a tough guy to settle for, "I'm not done Alka, you can't get him out before me..."

Alka shook her head, "Sickness.My stomach was cramped -" Alka frowned until the cold sweat as Dante grazed her so strongly made her scream in pain, "Engh..." his voice was soft even his hands were almost drooping weakly.

His eyes are soft, he wants to faint but Dante won't allow it. Dante again spilled Alka's body, now Dante helped straighten her body on the tiny body of the wife, he rubbed Alka's forehead that was covered in sweat.

"Almost come out baby, wait a minute, I know you can get through it," but only a sigh of tired Alka answered.

Time and again Dante attacked him forcefully making the tiny body tremble, "Aaaah!" the moans of the two were earthy as Dante blew up his injection liquid inside the softness of Alka.

Immediately he withdrew and collapsed on Alka's side, his hands rubbing Alka's face, sweat soaking the bodies of the two, especially Alka.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Alka fell asleep without cleaning her body first, while Dante was getting ready to pick El up.

As he was holding, Dante sat on the edge of the bed and repeatedly rubbed Alka's forehead.

"I'm gonna send Dr. Mike Chaterine's, uh, to check your body condition."

The wall clock has shown at 10:00 local time, another hour El will be out of XX school.

He went to drive his car to that place, his arrival was intended to move El in the elite school of nobles.

El, a boy who must be educated with discipline, he's a boy who will grow up and must be able to take responsibility for himself.

Upon arriving at XX school, she finds herself in a bull, El crying.

"El's got Daddy, El's not a bastard!" his cry exploded while pushing one of the bullies and accidentally made him fall from the stairs of the lower floor.

"Let'soo!!" the cry of the fallen disciple, fainted with a bruise on his forehead.

All the children who bullied El even cornered him.

El was scared, he trembled and found his Daddy standing staring intently at him.

"Daddy..." El ran from the stairs hugging Dante's legs, his son crying a mouthful.

Teachers packed the crime scene, "Matheo. oh my goodness who pushed you, soberly.." homeroom.

They turn their backs on Dante, they don't know who Dante is either.

"Matheo realized dear.." Another teacher, "Who has pushed this best student?" ask the other teacher while looking at the student on the stairs.

They pointed at El who was behind them, "El! You fucking kid!" the clash made El jump in shock.

"Daddy!!" his embrace tightened, making Dante who had been staring at El's head, suddenly round his eyeballs as the man's teacher's hand grabbed El's shoulder.

Greb!

The trained body was not just for stuttering Alka, her hand was firmly gripping the teacher's wrist, and she easily broke it, causing all the panic.