Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 67
After Marissa finished packing, she and Marcello immediately said goodbye to Miss Nilam and Fattan.
"Just play here a lot, son." Miss Nilam with teary eyes hugged and also kissed the top of the girl's head.
"Of course, Mom. Marissa promised to mess around here again." Marissa broke her embrace with a warm smile then glanced at Marcello who was standing next to her. "That's right, Dad."
"Yes, Miss Nilam. We will definitely visit this village again" said Marcello.
After saying goodbye to Miss Nilam and Fattan they immediately left. Ms. Nilam waved her hand until Marcello's car disappeared from her sight.
"Easy, Mom. Don't be sad, there's still Fattan and Erika here" Fattan said as she led Ms. Nilam into her residence.
"But tomorrow you're going home too, which means you're alone again." Ms. Nilam sobbed while stepping her legs.
Erika and Fattan looked at each other with sad eyes. They felt compassion for Ms. Nilam after hearing the middle-aged woman's words.
Meanwhile in Marcello's car.
"Now what should I call you? Stay Daddy or have a new name for you?" marissa asked without looking at the man.
Marcello smiled faintly as he watched the girl. "Daddy is confused, Cha, with our current status. At this time Daddy still can not consider you as the full Wife of Daddy. Because for Daddy you are still Daddy's little girl," he replied as he stroked Marissa's long hair.
Marissa sneered cunningly. "really? Let's see when we get to the Mansion. Can you still talk like that, Mr. Marcello!" marissa said in her heart.
Various mischievous plans begin to wander inside Marissa's head. He wanted to prove whether Marcello was right, or if the man was just trying to deny Marissa's true feelings.
Marissa turned to Marcello then leaned her head against the man's shoulder. "But, to me, Daddy is my husband now. So-" Marissa bit her lower lip in a sensual fashion while putting her hand over Marcello's thigh and then stroking it gently.
Marcello stiffened at his little girl who was already daring to be naughty. He swallowed the saliva with great difficulty while restraining his desire as a man.
"So?!" half-dead Marcello asked withholding his weapon from getting up. Especially at this time, the girl's hand deliberately nudged her sacred object.
"So ...." Marissa brought her lips closer to the man's ears. "May I ask for my rights as a wife?!" he continued, touching Marcello's tip and ear with his tongue.
"Later, Cha. If Daddy's ready to do it with you" she replied.
Marissa turned away from Marcello while bending her face. He was very upset to hear the man's answer.
The atmosphere in the car became quiet when Marissa and Marcello decided not to say a word again. Only the sound of the roar of the car was heard, until finally the newlyweds were asleep with the position of leaning against each other. Marissa leaned on Marcello's shoulder, while the man leaned on the back of his car seat.
Not felt, even the morning. The car carrying Marissa and Marcello had already arrived at the city where the man lived.
"Where are we going, Joe?" marcello asked quietly as he rubbed his eyes. He smiled at Marissa who was still soundly asleep on her shoulder.
"We'll be at the Mansion soon, sir" said Joe.
"Thank God, I'm tired and want to soak in my beloved Bath up soon."
Not long after, the girl woke up from her sleep. He stretches his hands to stretch the muscles of his body that feels stiff because he sits in the same position for a long time. Marissa looked around the street and she knew that she was now in town.
"Akh, finally!" exciting Marissa.
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Return to the village, where Fattan prepares to return to the city and deliver Erika back to her parents' house. They deliberately chose to go home during the day, so that last night they could rest in peace. Fattan didn't want to risk exhaustion like Marissa and Marcello did.
Just now Fattan finished putting Erika's luggage into the trunk of her car.Suddenly a white luxury car stopped right in front of her. Fattan looked at the car closely. He was so curious, whose car it was.
Not waiting for long, the car door was opened and a middle-aged man wearing a black suit appeared. The man reached out his hand to a woman who was still sitting in the car. He helped the woman, who was his wife, get out of the car.
The couple approached Fattan with a sour face. "Where are you hiding Erika!!!" the middle-aged man asked Fattan.
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