The Berondong Boss Reserve
Breakfast Menu

Luckily, Latina managed to get Dean to play just one round last night. Slowly, carefully, and that left Dean unsatisfied.

As of this moment, Dean continued to tease for Latina to do so again, even though it was already morning.

It was not that Latina did not want to, but that she was in a condition of pregnancy. First pregnancy is very prone to miscarriage. Indeed Latina had taken a pill booster content, but still she had to be on guard. Latina very much expected this baby to accompany her later.

"You gotta work, honey." Latina was amused as Dean peeked at the nape of her neck.

"I want more."

"My stomach hurts when I play too often."

"Where did you go to the hospital? I have a good doctor's acquaintance. He can cure you."

"It's not so, dear." Latina should look for a reasonable reason. "I don't enjoy it."

"You're bored of me?"

Latina turned to look at Dean. "It's not. I've been in bad shape lately. You know that I'm waging revenge on Jason, right?"

Dean took a deep breath. "He again. When are you going to be separated from her?"

"Please, I must have parted from him."

"After that you have to be with me. You can't go anywhere. You're mine!"

Latina laughs. "So, you like this old lady?"

"Who said old? You're a grown-up and I like it a lot." Dean grabbed the chin, then kissed it.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." Latina dodged the rain of kisses Dean gave her.

"I don't care." Back Dean kissed his lips, cheeks and lower chin. Latina laughed as she felt amused.

"Stop, Dean."

"Wedding together?"

"Just take a shower, okay?" latina.

"I didn't promise."

Dean chuckles. "All right, just take a shower."

The two got out of bed, then walked to the bathroom. Arriving inside, Dean instantly turned on the shower faucet, then Latina poured liquid soap on her palm.

"Darling," whispered Dean.

"Yes?"

"Please. Touch him with your lips."

If you can't, Dean won't stop. Latina nodded, she would make Dean satisfied once more.

Water tap turned off. Latina sat down on her knees, then grabbed the part that had been tense from earlier. He swiped for a moment, then dipped it.

Dean looks up. It is clear what he is feeling right now. Great pleasure.

Different from the man who was moaning at satisfaction, Latina had to refrain from this job. His stomach felt nauseous, but had to be put up.

"Be deeper, my dear." Dean pressed his woman's head in to get in.

Latina could not bear it, pushing Dean with all her might until the man's body hit the wall. Even more surprising, Latina was removing the liquid from inside her stomach.

Dean glares. Latina vomits, but never before. In a sense, Latina had never been nauseous after washing that pungent object. "You sick?" Dean stammered.

Latina waved her hand. "You get out first." Her nausea grew and the disgusting liquid splashed about Dean's feet. "Go!"

"I'm just here. You must have caught a cold. I have to call a doctor."

"Don't!" Latina to scream.

"You're sick!"

"Just get in the wind. Last night, I ate less. You've already taken me to my room."

Dean rubbed his face. It's his fault that let Latina not eat full. Make him not wear clothes all night, then now even told Latina breakfast with a menu that is not as aesthetic.

"Clean your mouth first. Let me flush." Dean pulled out the shower tap, then flushed the liquid Latina had taken out earlier.

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