THE DANCE FOR RICH MAN
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Quen spread her head over her husband's chest, one of his hands rubbing his sweat-filled chest. Their hot and long romance has just ended, then Mike recounts his past to Quen with nothing to miss at all.

"So, you're an ex-mafia?" quen asked her husband, and then his hand moved to rub the gunshot scar and incision around Mike's chest.

"You scared?" Mike asked while tilting his body, automatically Quen's head that had been on his chest immediately moved to his sturdy arm. Mike hugged his wife's body very tightly and full of warmth, then he kissed her lips at a glance, and one of his hands played a cherry that grew both of his wife's twin mountains.

Quen shook his head in response, then looked up at her husband who was also staring at her.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Quen asked as he gulped his saliva violently, his own question making him goosebumps and cold sweat.

"Yes. Beheading and even skinning people's bodies, I've done it," Mike replied casually.

Imagining her husband's answer, Quen was scared and very nauseous.

"Now I feel a little scared" said Quen, unraveling her husband's embrace.

"This is the reason I don't want to tell you about my past, because you're going to stay away and get away from me." Mike looked at his wife flatly, but behind the flat gaze was a great love for his wife.

"Mike, it's not like that. I was just surprised to hear that. What matters is that you are now out of that black valley." Quen looked at Mike with a faint smile, then he dyed the scar on the chest of her husband's field alternately.

"You sure you'll never leave me? Why?" Mike demanded an explanation.

"Should I tell you why?" quen asked, and was taken in by her husband.

"OK then, I didn't leave you because you're rich, he he he." Quen replied with a soft laugh, but his laughter turned to a screech as Mike pinched his nose in an agitation.

"Aww!! It hurts!" whinek Quen while rubbing his nose that looks reddened.

"When is this sick or not?" One of Mike's hands infiltrated the blanket and touched his wife's sensitive area, playing with the beans growing there.

"Oh .. yeah .. ahh." Quen answered her husband's questions with sighs and sighs while opening her legs wide, giving her access so that her husband could freely play at the core.

"Basic naughty!" Mike was getting more and more anxious playing in the core of his wife, and eventually he could not stand it. The second round began.

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Finish making love until round two. Mike went down to the kitchen to make dinner. Time has shown at 11 pm, he believes all residents of the house have rested in their respective rooms, except himself and Quen who are still awake.

However, while taking teflon to make a clenched egg, he heard a strange sound from the living room.

"G .. Carlos ..." More or less like that, his voice.

Mike clucked, then continued his activities to make eggs plunge his wife's wishes.

"Always don't know the place! Basic couple mes*um!" yoke Mike while breaking an egg on a hot telflon. Then Mike accidentally dropped the lid of the pot on the floor.

THE KROMPYANG!

The couple who were making love in the family room immediately panicked and immediately ended their activities.

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Mike, so much sih😆😆🙈

Btw, fond of having a husband like Mike, auto limp until can not walk, ha ha ha