Young Wife Billionaire Handsome
The IMMT Eps 102

A bright afternoon on the weekend and ultraviolet light entered between the cracks of the kitchen window usik beautiful figure Andrea who struggled there. Busy with chunks of onions ignore his eyes that start to sting. Can't mind when her husband releases all the waiters at the kitchen and leaves her with an assistant chef amateur fried rice lover.

Dariel at the end of the room was busy putting on an apron, remove his plain t-shirt twinkled one eye when he found Andrea looking at him. The man had a big head and a lot of smiles lately, knowing that his love was reciprocated and the woman admired him just as much as she felt.

"What am I gonna do, chef? watching you?" Dariel was suddenly behind his wife, dipping Andrea's cheek. They agreed to cook together but Dariel forced Andrea to cook while courting in the kitchen. He wanted to apply the drama scene from the ginseng land they were watching this morning, he said, a romantic drama in which the male and female lead are two figures who love to cook and fall in love with each other and start making a system, 'cooking while dating'.

"You can start washing those vegetables, make sure they're clean!" designate the best quality organic fresh vegetables pergok in the sink. Dariel nods his head. Go there and turn on the water faucet, seem to enjoy his role as an assistant chef. Sexy arms with muscles slightly sticking out make Andrea bite her lips. He was caught liking the part because the squid was every night.

Dariel handed a bowl of vegetables to Andrea who started the stove. There were some menus he wanted to cook and Dariel helped prepare the seasoning. It was truly amazing when your executive boss' husband turned one hundred and eighty degrees into an assistant chef with no boss and peeled off the spices. Andrea was drunk this afternoon, silently cursing and staring at Dariel's exposed stomach and arms as if calling to be touched.

Dariel whistling disbanded Andrea's wild thoughts. Sing a song that Andrea cannot guess but can feel romantic verses from her rhythm. Dariel is not good at mastering songs and he seems to think when forget the tone, repeat whistles and upset himself can not find the right tone. Andrea smiled hide her face behind Dariel.

Fifteen minutes have passed drowning two human children who began to starve. Dariel busied himself with the wait for the stewed vegetables, while Andrea held the control of two stoves, nimble to put floury shrimp into the frying pan while the smell of boiling chicken sauce evoked the sense of smell.

"It smells good!" The man got rid of the annoying hair boy on Andrea's neck and kissed the part there venting hunger.

"Are you impatient?"

"Yes, the worms inside are hard on me."

"Turn off your compost, vegetables don't do well for too long in boiling water."

"All right." Dariel by turning off the stove. Then take the bowl that Andrea thrust the contents of boiled vegetables into it little by little.

"Master?" Dariel glanced at Andrea, but he quickly turned back the hot effervescence.

"Speak, I'm not claustrophobic look into your eyes while scooping the hot sauce, the pot can spill because this handsome assistant chef must be lulled if you linger to pay attention to the beautiful chef. Just talk, I'll listen." Glance smile. Andrea turned off the stove and leaned against the pantry table, opened the apron, and folded both hands in the chest.

"I'm the only man you can look up to, baby, don't do that with anyone else or you'll be punished!" threatening Dariel.

"You don't see me but you know I'm watching you?"

"You don't often do that, secretly look at me, look at me, honey you've got a huge interest in me, you know!"

"Good God, that's narcissistic! I'm watching you because you're ugly!"

"Oh yeah? I think I'm a perfect fit as a model right now."

"Cats, model apron!" Dariel glanced sharply but let Andrea laugh in her place.

"My head hurts now." Dariel looked quickly. Put down the vegetable spoon and move around with Andrea. Stalk up a beautiful tapered jaw with both of her sturdy hands.

"You're serious?" darel asked worriedly. Andrea nodded weakly. Put on a pain-resistant expression that could collapse defenses, even icebergs.

"Are you exhausted? Why didn't you tell me from the beginning? You don't have to go down to the kitchen if you're not feeling well" Dariel spoke in a real worried tone. Hug his wife give a warm kiss in the tubes. Andrea laughed silently, hiding her face in Dariel's chest, an intoxicating masculine scent emanating from Andrea's pore to do more. Andrea elus-elus arms of Dariel, admit full fascination at this macho figure, falling in love many times after he went through the insecure period about being labeled as an actor and did not expect Dariel to choose himself as a companion for the rest of their lives.

"Let's go to the room and let the waiter do the rest, you need to eat and rest.. I'm gonna call the doctor here, "By holding her back, almost holding her back, pulling her guy's neck in a slow but steady rhythm, as fast as she can hook their lips. Make a slow but sensual braid let the sun rays that enveloped since earlier scream envy. In the final seconds when Andrea stretched out a kiss and smiled spoiledly at Dariel, the man hissed in a conscious rage had been tricked.

"Yes it hurt a little" give an example with a finger. "..now I've eaten the cure and healed." Dariel clucked.

"Kiss you said medicine?"

"I accidentally read the article, he said a kiss can relieve headaches. I just want to prove it." said without sin. With Dariel half dead.

"Stop chasing me like that, Rea! You want to be kissed but you're prestigious! this handsome man is already yours, no need to hesitate to ask for it. Like this!"

Dariel assaulted the sweet chewy flesh once again. His grudge on the ever-rising passion made Dariel exert slightly intense pressures when****** and explore roughly the worldly favors Andrea had. More sensual even longer than before, and at the end of the road Dariel was found frustrated. Talking with the breath of hunting restrains desire.

"Don't be naughty anymore! You're making me seriously worried! maybe soon I'll have a heart attack and die because of the constant pounding by your act." Dariel narrowed, looking at Andrea who was blatantly laughing. He put both his hands on the man's neck.

"Yesterday I suddenly became a wife, so soon I suddenly became a widow? Honey, I'm sorry, don't be that resigned to death, if David asks a new father how?" Dariel suddenly flicked Andrea's forehead making the woman grimace.

"It hurts!" whining. "This includes domestic violence, I can bid farewell to the authorities!"

"Be careful if you dare!"

"From my forehead!" Andrea grinned, daring at Dariel's back but still let the man hug her from behind.

"If the authorities agree to your wishes I will kill them all, take you and David to a remote place until you will not feel complete without me, thought a hundred times to be naughty and threatened me with farewell." Dariel lowered his voice for Andrea was stunned to run out of words. Haru blue when for the umpteenth time Dariel made him feel very adored.

"Rea?"

"Yes?"

"Just call you."

"You are!" dariel's elbow.

"You know, I feel like the most romantic guy with you, it's wrong that if there's a producer through he'll offer me to play a romantic drama beat actor S*ng K*ng's on the rise." Andrea put on a smile listen to her husband's babble.

"But I can't be as romantic as a female lead,"

"We can be romantic in our own way, Rea. I'm pretty satisfied with your service anyway."

"Bad guy!" Dariel chuckles.

"It turns out that it's quite fun to date in the kitchen, do we have to do this often?" Andrea asked let Dariel develop a smile on his side.

"Stop flirting, or I can't control myself and we'll fuck on the stove!"

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Who else here has ever tried to date in the kitchen? Wkwk.