The Pawned Stud
chapter 34

"Why are we here?" Hans was so astonished, while in front of the magnificent Mansion which is dominated by white and gray, has a modern design as well as a little classic touch, on the carving on each sturdy pole.

"I need some privacy with you, do you mind?" Miranda asked her husband.

Hans, who was in the back of his wife's wheelchair, could only smile, rubbing Miranda's head also leaving a friendly kiss.

"I leave everything to you, the most important thing is that you are comfortable and feel safe" said Hans, the man now pushing his wife's wheelchair into his private Mansion, mommy — Miranda.

A 45-year-old looking waiter stood behind the door, welcoming them in a friendly and respectful manner.

"Welcome back, miss and …."

"Call him sir, this man is my husband and now you must serve him," Miranda said firmly, glancing at the head of the housekeeper in her Mansion sharply.

"Well, miss," said the butler who wore a neat and graceful outfit, in contrast to the clothes that young maids wore in the typical attire of a servant.

Hans was so amazed by the luxury of the Mansion having his wife, it was so vast and magnificent.

The butler demanded that they approach the elevator specifically for the master.

Hans faithfully stood behind his wife's wheelchair as he pushed into the elevator, the iron door closed. Hans could feel the movement heading upwards.

Hans so gently treated his wife, as she exited the elevator. The man was truly a gentle figure as well as understanding, making Miranda's feelings continue, flowery.

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"You want to cleanse the body?" Hans had just come out of the bathroom, asking the wife who was working on something on her laptop.

Miranda who was still at home in a wheelchair turned her eyes to the side, where her husband stood while drying wet hair and her moist body was wrapped only in a towel, her lower body.

Miranda's blood felt a great rustle, she felt thousands of ants as if walking, tickling her stomach.

Indeed, the husband's posture so makes the heart pounding, his face feels hot to spread in both ear lobes.

The scent of soap lurked in the room as her husband passed in front, the scent of mint dominating the entire surface of her husband's skin.

Suddenly the wild side in her rose, as a normal woman, Miranda had a natural nature in a person.

Miranda continued to follow the movements of her husband, who in her view was so seductive.

Hans intended to enter the dressing room, but his movements came to a halt upon hearing his wife's call.

"Hans!" Call the woman who turns her wheelchair, straight in front of her husband.

Hans also turned his tall body straight, looking at the blushing face of the wife who was so visible gaze longing his wife.

"Come here!" Pinta Miranda, stretched out her arms so she could feel in the warm embrace of her husband again.

Hans was still silent in his place, the handsome face of the man seemed to shrivel in astonishment, but Hans still approached the wife. Not to forget that the man also displayed a charming smile.

"You want something, hum?" Raising his wife's slender body, Hans asked, afraid that his wife needed something.

Miranda was just silent, enjoying the smell of mint on her innocent upper body, so warm and comfortable in her husband's arms

Both of Miranda's hands, were on her husband's neck with her face right in front of Hans's chest.

While Hans is unrelenting, peeping at his wife's forehead, the man does not yet know Miranda's true desires.

Hans laid down his wife's tiny body carefully. As he was about to release both of his wife's hands around his neck, Hans felt his body interested and the next second, both of their lips were now attached.

Hans was so stunned, when he felt the ****** soft Miranda on his lower lip. The man was carried away by the flow of the desire of the wife, until his tall body now overstretched his wife's body.

Hans replied to Miranda's kiss no less softly, one of his hands even now removed the sleeping pajama rope that his wife was wearing.

Hans released the link of their lips, the man looked at the wife with my eyes that had also started burning with the flames of desire.

"I'll do it when you …."

"Do it, am I not your wife now? You're free to do it, give me that pleasure, which is always in the eyes of married couples." Miranda now allowed Hans to touch her, the woman now playing the line of her husband's face, with a look so deep.

"Are you sure?" Hans' baritone voice sounded choked, trying to hold something back.

Miranda nodded her head, a sign that she was ready to give her first honor only to — Hans.

"I will do it slowly, for I have never done it either" whispered Hans, before returning to kiss his wife's entire body.