THE DANCE FOR RICH MAN
Polluted

Morning in New York City.

Mike opened both eyes, and the first thing he saw was the pretty face of Quen sleeping beside him. He smiled faintly, because he could finally get together again with Quen—the woman he loved.

Satisfied to see the beautiful face of his wife, Mike got out of bed, because the morning had greeted and the time he had to prepare to return to the office to work. The first thing he did was clean himself in the bathroom.

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Quen groaned as he stretched his muscles, and one of his hands touched his left to look for Mike's whereabouts, but his husband was not there. Quen immediately opened both eyes, staring at the entire luxurious room but he did not see Mike.

Clamps!

The bathroom door is open. Quen turned to the source of the sound, his height up and down when he saw the sexy body of her husband who was so stocky and seductive, especially Mike only wearing a black boxer showing a loud bulge behind the boxer.

Uh! Quen's brain was contaminated in the morning. The look in her eyes was now fixated on her husband's hard bulge, which last night kept her sighing favorably until late at midnight.

“Hey, lazy, when to look at me like that?” mike asked as he watched his unblinking wife look at him.

“Until I am satisfied,” replied Quen unknowingly. Her lower part became throbbing when she saw the burly body of her husband that was so tempting to the faith. Their hot romance last night was milling around in her brain.

Mike chuckles at it, he walks into the locker room because he has to hurry up, let alone for almost two months he did not enter the office, surely his work piles up.

Feeling cueki by her husband, Quen pouted bitterly, prepared a blanket covering her innocent body, then he got out of bed, walking following her husband to the dressing room without caring about his body that was not wearing anything.

“Quen, don't bother me!” Mike chuckled as Quen hugged him from behind.

“You angry?” quen asked irritatedly, then loosened his embrace and one of his hands crept down, touching the heirloom of her husband hiding behind the boxer.

“While our baby wants to be in the middle,” Quen whispered near Mike's ear with no sensual, then he gently bit the ear lobe was full of tenderness.

“Quen!” mike growled, closing his eyes, and then returning the suit he had taken to his original place. If tempted like this, who can resist it. Mike is a normal guy and has a lot of passion.

The mighty man turned around, his eyes sharpened and flared when he saw Quen's plain body without a thread, revealing his extremely sexy curves.

“Five minutes!” Mike immediately lifted up his wife's body, and led her to the bed.

“Why five minutes? Have you lost your energy?” cibir Quen who is now under her husband's confinement.

“You underestimated me! All right then! You'll whine and beg for mercy on me!” mike stared intently at his wife.

“Definitely naughty!” so Mike kissed his wife on the lips, and a hot love affair in the morning ensued.

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In the dining room.

Carlos and Arra were waiting for the newlyweds to have breakfast together.

“Mommy hungry!” whining the twins to Arra.

“Iya, wait Aunty and Uncle yes.” Arra gives understanding.

“They must be busy making a baby sister!” the twins answered simultaneously, making Arra and Carlos look at them.

“You guys get such words from where?! Don't say it again, because it's so disrespectful!” carlos said in an angry tone.

“Yes, Dad. Sorry.” The twins answered compactly while bowing their heads, afraid of their daddy.

“We had breakfast first. Maybe Uncle and Aunty are still sleeping.” Arra immediately gave breakfast to her husband and two children.

An hour later.

The children had gone to school by the driver. While Carlos was still at home waiting for Mike who did not come out of the room.

“Better you to the office first,” said Arra while putting the second cup of coffee for her husband.

“Exploitation!” furious Carlos, because the awaited did not appear.

“Daddy, you've worked!” nagging Arra because her husband did not get out of his seat.

“Ya ... yes, I'm leaving now my queen!” Carlos rose from his seat and kissed his lips and turned to kiss his wife's distended stomach with tenderness. After performing the morning ritual, Carlos immediately went to work.

“Be careful you're Mike! I'll blow your head off!” carlos was angry when he was in the car.

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Patience Carlos 😆😆🙈🙈