My Boss My Enemy
Moving away...

...Bocil move! This part is for married mothers.... ⚠⚠⚠🚼🚼❌❌...

...I'm not responsible if your brain is going to travel.....

After driving Amanda and her husband to the airport. Armand immediately invited his wife to move into his house. Different blocks from his parents' house.

Minimalist two-story house with predominantly white paint. The page is also not too broad, there is luggage that only contains one car and two motorcycles.

Armand gently held his wife's hand into the house. The woman researched every corner of the house, the colors white and ash were chosen as the interior. Impressed very manly, simple. But it doesn't take away the fancy impression.

''You like it?'' ask Armand.

Renita nodded and smiled. ''Like it, it's so comfortable.''

''Yuk, I show you our room,'' invite Armand still not to take off his hand link with his wife towards the second floor.

Just like the lower floors, Armand's room was also dominant in white and gray.

''If you don't like. Just change it according to your favorite color. I just want you to feel comfortable being here.''

''No need! Make what? waste money. Leave it like this. Maybe, the sheets later I change the same more colorful. So that there is a feminine impression. The occupants now are not only men but there are girls as well.''

Renita went to the window and opened the curtain.

The sight that was soothing to the eyes, greeted his sense of sight for the first time. The embedded trees lined up regularly, the grasses were also neatly cut. There is a set of tables and chairs to relax on the edge of an artificial lake. The back of the house is wider than the front yard.

''Father pinter really set the place. comfortable in sight,'' praise Renita, ''Rarely in big cities can see green expanse like this.''

Renita shifted the large glass directly connected to the balcony of the room that is not too broad. He enjoyed the breeze that hit his face. Armand hugged his wife from behind putting his chin on the woman's head.

''Thank goodness you are happy and comfortable here.''

Armand took off the winding of his hand and flipped his wife's body to face him.

''This will be our home, our paradise with our children.''

''Please, whatever happens. Please don't even think about going! If something is stuck in your heart just say.''

''Yes,'' Renita replied with a sweet smile.

Silent....

Until suddenly....

CUPS

Armand long kissed his wife's lips. Slowly, he began to humbly* her. When he saw Renita still relaxed, Armand deepened his luma**nya. The longer the more demanding to ignite the fire in him.

Renita closed her eyes feeling her husband's gentle treatment. She squeezed both sides of the shirt the husband wore. Slowly but surely, he began to reply by opening a bit of his mouth. Of course, it was not wasted by Armand. He directly explored his wife's oral cavity, tongue twisting each other. Until they stop to breathe in the surrounding air supply.

Armand fused his forehead with his wife's forehead. His eyes started to differ. ''Can I ask for it now, Ren?''

Renita still doubts between yes and no. He also realized sooner or later this would happen.

Can not be denied his body also asked for more. Only through a ci*man has his passion been provoked.

Renita nodded slowly.

''Are you sure? If in doubt I will wait until you are ready. I won't force it, Armand asked to be sure.

Reni breathed in a deep breath. ''I'm ready! Sooner or later this will happen. It is my duty to serve my husband

'Perhaps with this my trauma will disappear.'

Armand developed his smile, hearing the resolute reply from the wife

''Tap-but, I-I'm afraid of getting sick again, '' his great-grandson.

''I'll be slow.''

Armand immediately scooped those lips again, voraciously voraciously voracious. Before Renita changes her mind. His hands were not silent either. He unbuttoned his wife's shirt, fingering objects that were still neatly covered.

His lips moved down that white neck. His hands still did not want to remain silent.

When Armand's mouth was already on the hill of his line. Renita bit her lower lip, trying to muffle the terrible sound that forced her out of her mouth.

I don't know since when the upper clothes have been dated all.

''M-mashh, we're still out.''

The voice sounded so sexy in Armand's ears that it made him even more excited.

Without answering the protest from his wife, Armand carried Renita's body like a koala. He took his wife in and sat her down on the sofa in the room.

Impatiently, Armand undressed all of his clothes. Leave the bermuda triangle covering its assets.

Renita looked away, ashamed to see that thing again. Not sharp but can make it difficult to walk.

''Hey, face here. Why, shame? You've already felt it, whispered Armand by guiding his wife's hand to touch hers.

Renita glared as her hand felt a bulge from behind the cloth.

''How hard is this?'' The question just escaped his mouth.

Unknowingly Renita squeezed it out making the master groan slowly.

''I can't stand it, Ren!'' furious Armand.

He removed all the undercuts of his wife.

And hereafter....

What should have happened, hehe....

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Slow, slow.., I'm also groggy writing this part, I swear! Fear too, fear of not passing the review. NT rules are strict, guys.

If you feel less hot jeletot, forgive.... Because I haven't experienced this scene either.

Okay the obligatory ritual

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