
Hearing the sound of the door slamming loudly, Gaston turned to the origin of the sound.
Her eyeballs were perfectly rounded when she found Dara in high emotions while wearing clothes that made her painstakingly swallow the saliva.
While Dara did not let go of her sharp gaze to Gaston.
But it turns out Dara's attitude like that actually makes Gaston interested then immediately close his laptop and walk up to Dara.
His shaky steps without taking his eyes off the wife made Dara look at Gaston slightly turn away. Her breath up and down was irregular yet she tried to calm herself down, as it seemed like Dara had been caught up in her own game.
Intentions wanted to vent annoyance to the husband, but now it seemed that he had even lured the hungry and savage lion to prey on him.
"Why?" Gaston asked in a seductive tone.
The man continued to walk forward until Dara's body slipped on the wall. Both Gaston's hands hold the wall to lock Dara's body movements. While Dara turned her face when Gaston's face was getting closer. He felt the man's breath begin to pierce into his respiratory cavity, and could he confirm that the man had already started to be lured by his lingerie.
"Why turn? Didn't you just call me?" gaston asked as he began to enjoy the scent around Dara's neck and ears.
"I didn't call you!" Sangkal Dara while closing her eyes because she held back amusedly.
"Oh yeah? Then why are you out wearing clothes like this? Isn't that a sign you called me?" Ask Gaston again without stopping his activities.
Gaston grabbed Dara's chin with both palms and then turned towards his face, now the two's blind gazes met each other without distance. Even the two ends of their noses had touched, until the next Gaston's lips began to open to approach Dara's lips.
The woman could not resist because she could not be denied, the frustration she had wanted to pour on Gaston was caused because she waited too long for her husband to touch her.
The second lip game is increasingly becoming because now Dara himself has begun to master the game. Unlike the arrogant man who was always cold, he also felt opium with his wife's chewy lips but Gaston did not want to admit it.
Apparently the hot action of the two was again caught by the eyes of the Son, a poor man whose love clapped one hand and had to compete with his own employer.
Unable to see the collision between Dara and Gaston, Putra chose to avoid. He walked towards his room and packed all his belongings. It seems that the decision of Putra to leave is already unanimous, just waiting for her master to finish making love, she will say goodbye.
His chest felt tight and his mind was chaotic, especially this afternoon the Son had just received bad news from his family. The widower had not much choice, he really needed the job, but he was worried if he could not control himself so he made a mistake if he continued to watch Dara make out with his employer.
After packing, Putra glanced towards the clockwork. He would wait another fifteen minutes to get out and meet the couple. Why fifteen minutes? Because Putra thought they would definitely continue that hot action on the mattress and he estimated it would take about fifteen minutes to reach each other's peak.
Chest pounding, cold sweat pouring out and a restless face is now enveloping the face of the Son.
He got up from his seat after he saw the hour hand pass by fifteen minutes. The man exited the room carrying a suitcase and walked towards Gaston's room.
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