
The moans in the room sounded very beautiful, satisfying the desires of Darren and Nancy who were in love. I don't know how many times they've done it, Nancy doesn't want Darren to marry a country girl. Until he decides to commit suicide, worried Darren comes to a five-star hotel.
According to Nancy, her satisfaction can only be with Darren. Her husband rarely gives her satisfaction until Nancy is always hungry for the caress of a hot Darren.
Darren always satisfied his ex-wife, their relationship is good even though they are divorced. For him there was no other reason to make each other satisfy his desires.
"You're great, I'm always satisfied to enjoy every touch you give me. Come on faster, I don't want you to do this to the village woman" Nancy said with a breath of gasps.
Darren doesn't budge, himself again enjoying Nancy's sexy body. For him the sexy body of his ex-wife is very tempting, different from other women.
"I will always make you satisfied, even if I'm married, I make sure the first night is me and you and not Amira" Darren said gasping.
The rhythm of the speed that Darren was running was getting faster, making the bed in the hotel room shake violently. Groans after moans continued to fill the room of the hotel room that was pitch-black. Both clothes were under the floor.
Darren flipped Nancy's body so she could style something else. Darren's eyes were fixed on the twin mountains swaying before his eyes. Darren just sucked and played a little ball at the end of the twin mountains.
"I love it, keep doing it" whispered Nancy.
"You enjoy it, I'll make you satisfied" Darren said.
Sweat poured out and flooded both of them. Until they reach release simultaneously. Do not forget also Nancy before taking a pregnancy-preventing drug.
"Nancy hugged Darren who was already cape sprawled on the edge. Nancy stroked the face of her ex-husband, really Nancy did not want Darren to marry someone else. Nancy is afraid that Darren is in love with Amira, it will make her very afraid to lose everything from Darren.
Somewhere else.
Amira just out of the mall with Ken, Ken has sent a picture of cin-cin requested by Darren. Amira feels bad, what to say to Clara if for example know Darren does not buy cin-cin with Darren.
"Let the Madam come in, we just go home this afternoon as well," said Ken while entering and nodding by Amira.
"Will Mr Darren not be angry,?" ask Amira carefully.
"No Madam, let alone you are his future wife" said Ken.
"Hmm, but I'm just a woman who's not considered, well I'm dizzy how she talks. Anyway don't call me madam, that sounds very good to me," said Amira bowing her face.
"Piuhh, I don't know, this marriage is empty, because it is not based on love" replied Amira.
"Love will also follow after the time comes, just live with Madam who knows later Mr. Darren Bucin," said Ken a little laugh.
"Ah, never mind, thinking about your master makes me nauseous," Amira instantly shut her mouth.
Ken just laughed a little at Amira's words. Indeed, Darren is very annoying, just buy cin-cin does not want to even tell Ken.
"Don't be afraid I won't report your words Madam" Ken said with a laugh. Amira just looked down on herself.
"Stupidly you are Amira, it could be flabbergasted, Ken's good luck otherwise I'm finished tomorrow" muttered Amira.
In hotel.
Darren stepped out into the bathroom to clean his body that felt sticky by sweat. Nancy was already sound asleep with a thick blanket rolling her body.
Darren finished from the bathroom, he briefly recalled the woman he helped last time. The face of the woman he helped made Darren curious, if Darren asked for his cell phone number maybe now they have communicated. And unfortunately Darren did not clearly see his face, considering the car lights off and also the woman's hair was messy blocking his face.
"Damn, I only looked at the protruding part, not at his face. One of the women, did not close the twin mountain parts! Who's the lady? Are we going to meet again" Darren said as he ruffled his wet hair.
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