The Berondong Boss Reserve
Enticings

The sky of the room looked foreign when Latina opened her eyes. The masculine room which also bears a silent witness to how warm and wild the game was last night.

Latina is waking up. The blanket that covered his body slumped down, attracted by the man who was changing his sleeping position. Dean still refuses to wake up. He pulled the thick cloth to cover his plain body.

Shoes and clothes on the floor. Still vividly remembered the incident last night, where the breath of the two hunted each other. Not once, but until both of them are no longer able to do the friendly scene.

"Dean, it's morning. Take me home." Latina got out of bed. Take your clothes and put them on the sofa. "Where's my bag?"

Hearing Latina's voice, inevitably Dean opened his eyes. He was very tired, and still wanted to sleep.

"You left it in the living room."

"I have to call Rael."

"Yes ...." Dean closed his eyes again. He returned to the blanket.

This party dress is not possible to wear anymore. Latina walked towards the closet. Slide the door, then grab one of Dean's shirts.

"After he tortured me last night, he just felt tired." Latina clucking. He was also lulled in the seduction that the man gave. Less than five years. As they parted, he no longer felt the warmth of men. Last night, it was amazing. Dean is just like the past, even too wild.

Shower is the first goal. After cleaning up, Latina called Rael. The boy was clearly looking for the whereabouts of the mother. After being explained with who he is at the moment, Rael looks happy.

"Mom's coming with Daddy, right? In the afternoon, Rael wants to play ball."

Rael's voice was so funny to hear. "Yes, Honey. Mom's coming home with your Daddy."

"Bring me some ice cream and chocolate, too. Mom didn't forget it was Sunday, did she?"

Latina laughed at hearing that. "Mom will buy it. Now, Rael has breakfast with Grandma Eliza."

The child obeys what the mother says. After calling, Latina's job was to make breakfast. He went straight to Dean Cornor's kitchen.

Looking around again, Latina felt that this house was untouched by a woman. In Dean's bathroom there was also no feminine-smelling item. Latina actually wanted to ask, but Dean was still sleeping.

"The smell of the toast woke me up."

Latina looked back. The sleepman is awake. "I'll grill two loaves of bread for you." Latina turned to face Dean. "Want milk or fruit juice?"

Dean whistled as he looked at the clothes Latina was wearing. Short and narrow shirt on the front. Dean bit his lip when he saw the two small bumps behind it.

"I can't possibly wear a party dress in the morning." Latina realized that Dean was watching her.

"I'm glad you're wearing my clothes."

"So, what do you want to drink?" ask Latina.

"Murkey!"

"Let me pour it."

Dean shakes. He walked into the corner of the kitchen, approaching Latina. "Let me drink directly."

"What do you want?"

"Of course enjoy my breakfast."

Resignation, when Dean hugged and opened the shirt he was wearing. Latina let her lover enjoy every inch of her body.

"Tonight, you're coming with me."

"Where?" latina's body shook violently because of Dean's shock. He held himself by holding on to the table.

"Meet my parents."

TB