My Hot Baby's
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Zareena's body trembled violently as Tristan suddenly hugged her from behind, then kissed her earlobe.

"You're daydreaming."

The two had arrived at the hotel room, and had both cleared themselves of the dinner together.

Tristan pulled his wife's long hair to the other side. Landing a kiss on that moist shoulder. Slowly his hand went up, then took off the towel that was still protecting Zareena's body.

"Darling ...." Tristan reprimanded again, but interspersed with a kiss under the ear.

Zareena mumbled softly. His desire rose because of that touch. "I just imagined the expressions of my parents and brother. You made a mess back then."

"But that's also because you're not being honest."

Tristan rub on solid parts. Pulling the tip, pinching which made Zareena could not bear to immerse her lips on the husband.

"Because you said you didn't want to get married." Zareena protested for the blame.

"I regret it." Tristan flipped over his wife's body.

The two face each other. Tristan again kissed the soft lips, while Zareena, mischievously took off the towel that was still wrapped around Tristan's waist.

Swiping the area that starts to tighten. It still felt cold as Zareena stroked along that tension. But Tristan, feel the warmth.

"When he feels your hand, he starts to tense up perfectly, right?"

Zareena slapped the ignorant thing slowly. Tristan has a voice that invites the rise of passion. Zareena slapped him a few times, and the area grew even more tense.

"Together with the other women he was also tense."

"Don't call another woman, honey. It's between the two of us. You and me." Tristan gave a quick peek at his wife's lips, then slowly brought Zareena down on her knees. "He hasn't felt your lips."

Zareena bit the tip of her circle. "You'll make me happy tonight."

Tristan chuckled at hearing that. Then his voice turned heavy when he felt the warmth of Zareena's deep lips.

Like enjoying a delicious chocolate ice cream. Zareena walked along the tension with her tongue. Twisted, dipped it, then treated it like he was shaking a bottle of champagne, then gulped it down.

Tristan collected Zareena's hair into one, stroked his wife's cheeks, then moved her hips. Tristan's possessions couldn't fully enter because that size would tear Zareena's mouth apart. Half his wife was overwhelmed.

"Why is he so arrogant? He's like a king who doesn't want to be conquered."

"Because he can only submit to his queen. You feel how he got in."

Tristan leaned Zareena against the wall. Urge with such force. Zareena folds her lips. This was the same as losing if he had already felt the shock in his body.

"How's it?" Tristan took the time to ask.

"Still need to be explained?"

Tristan nodded. "Obviously it tastes good."

"You can tell me you want a different style."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not. I want us to both feel the satisfaction." Tristan kissed those lips.

"It's amazing that you're giving your tongue in between these shocks."

"You'll get it, honey."

Tristan threw Zareena's body on the bed. He presented a soft sweep on the petals of the flower in the middle of the scatter.

"Damn! Why does this feel so good." Zareena screamed softly.

Tristan pulled his head, then pressed back. Zareena pulled anything in order to survive the shock her husband gave her.

"You like it?"

Zareena nodded. "Yes, I really like it. Again, Honey. It's even harder."

Tristan laughed as the sounds of their two bodies sounded. "You're out. Look at this, he's getting slippery."

"Because you're too good at playing."

"Reverse, let me finish this."

Zareena turned herself. Tristan pressed again from behind. Shaking harder and faster until the peak of satisfaction he got.

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