Young Wife Billionaire Handsome
IMMT Eps's. 94
"You awake? I was just about to wake you up." Andrea came in and found her husband, who had just come out of the bathroom, Dariel did not answer, was busy drying his hair with a small towel. Seeing that Andrea immediately sat on the bedside and patted the side next to her.
"Come here, I'll help you dry your hair." Dariel said he handed him the towel and let Andrea take over. Later Dariel did prefer to dry the hair manually rather than using a hairdryer. The main reason is because Andrea will later voluntarily play his fingers on the man's scalp, giving a massage bonus and causing a comfortable sensation of its own that can make Dariel addicted.
"It has. I'll get you some clothes." Dariel did not answer, his eyes only followed his wife's movements. Andrea opened a giant gold-plated closet across the room where all fashion options are available there, after choosing, and choosing, Her smile expands to find a grey suit shirt that she believes will make her husband more charming after wearing it.
"This is your outfit." Andrea said, putting the item next to Dariel. "Breakfast is ready, be ready soon I will wait for you downstairs." said as he gently rubbed the tempting jawbone. But it's not that easy to pitch after everything.
"Ehhh.." Dariel pulled his wife's arm slowly as another hand reached for her waist. Trying to close their bodies as an invitation to the intimacy she likes. While Andrea who was treated with affection immediately immediately swiftly held Dariel's body with her two tiny palms, making a distance does not mean hoping that her husband does not budge at the beginning of this day. "Don't go first,"
"Master,." Andrea thrashed out in slow motion as Dariel stifled her body. "Master, it's morning. "
"Is there a prohibition against a husband hugging his wife in the morning?"
"But, you'll be - later"
"Sst... Be still. I just want to hug you." Dariel spoke while anchoring his head softened by Andrea's hair. Andrea grunting.
"just?? Cih, don't joke, you've been hugging me all night."
"Less" replied Dariel. "You know? your body feels so adorable to miss, often I feel like squeezing you so anxious, but afraid you might crumble!" Dariel chuckled himself revealing his heart. Andrea immediately pursed her lips hearing that. Fortunately Dariel did not see, or he would be late because he could not bear to see how the lips looked so tempting. Challenging to be crushed.
"You're so fragrant." started sniffing the niche of Andrea's neck. "..Too bad I had a meeting this morning, otherwise you wouldn't have escaped Madam!"
"Good! Just let you work, otherwise I won't be able to play with my son because it keeps you company!"
"Oh so, huh? So you half-heartedly accompany me?" the small bite of Andrea's neck channeled a beautiful sensation throughout the nerves.
"Stop baby, I, don't close the door, someone will see." whispered Andrea while slightly glancing towards the open door.
"Then I'll close the door. I want to bite again, can ya?"
"Hem? No! Can't! You have to go to the office, right? Come on now get ready, you'll be late!" Andrea insisted on distancing herself, thrusting the shirt she had just placed. Trying indifferently with Dariel who was staring resentfully at him. But he did not mind grabbed the shirt that his wife had prepared.
"Good boy. I'll wait for you downstairs. Don't dress too handsome,.. Honey." Dariel who had almost entered the dressing room immediately moved to change course and turned around as soon as he heard Andrea's naughty temptation just now. Andrea scratched her non-itchy head to find Dariel looking at her as if asking for an explanation. "Hehe, sorry. Didn't mean to flirt. I'm going out. Don't take too long, okay?" after waving for a moment Andrea immediately took a thousand steps avoiding her husband who seemed to have been eager to pounce on her earlier. While closing the door of Andrea's room heaved a sigh of relief. While there Dariel was still stunned for a while staring at the closed door leaf obliterating the figure of Andrea from his nether colony. The corners of his lips curved into a smile.
"Honey? Akh's.. Naughty wife."
"Where's Dariel?" the big lady asked as soon as she saw Andrea following the dining room by herself.
"Hurry up?" he saw that Dariel had joined in, pulling a chair right beside him.
"It's over, why am I lingering you're not in the room, are you?" Andrea patted Dariel's arm softly making the man chuckle.
"Mommy, don't joke!" bawl Andrea with flushed cheeks of embarrassment.
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The sound of the drawn horden cloth teased Alan's subconscious. Next warm morning sunlight pounced on his face through the cracks of the glass windows that had been blocked just now. Alan clucked while wriggling stretching his body muscles that felt like they were rolling unbecoming inside there. His position changed to the window. Alan wanted to continue sleeping before he was stunned for a moment and began to realize that something was forgotten, that in his room there was no way his maid would dare to enter and open the room curtain. Then who?
Alan turned his body spontaneously and immediately found a figure near the window standing behind him. So charming with the blanket covering her body.
"Aletta?" Call Alan make sure. How could he forget there was Aletta here. Aletta didn't look.
"That last night was just ****. I don't mean any more to you." with lips twitched Aletta said. Alan got off the bed and grabbed his pants that were scattered on the floor. Then Aletta stood near him.
"Aletta, you need to know I don't regret doing that no matter the reason. I'm happy to do it with you."
"I regret it, Alan. Really sorry!" Aletta's tears rolling. "Forget what happened yesterday, let's just say we never do anything, nor do we see me again." Aletta had wanted to move on but Alan quickly held her back.
"Aletta, please. I accepted you. I know you must be feeling inferior for doing that with a man who's not your husband, you're drunk and kissing me is out of your consciousness, don't know what's in your shadow when you do it but I'm happy, in here my heart is pounding as you kiss me" put Aletta's palm to her chest. "I'd be sorry if I said I was khilaf serving you instead of stopping you, that's because I wanted you Aletta.."
THE PLAQUE!
Aletta managed to make Alan's face turn away.
"Oh, so you approached me because you had some indecent intent on me?! using weak and drunk women to your satisfaction?! Goddamn bum!"
"No, not like that. Listen to me." Alan wanted to grab Aletta but Aletta quickly walked away.
"Don't touch me!! ********!"
"I'm sorry, Aletta."
"Why are you fucking me? hiks hiks.. What kind of woman am I to hyks..." Aletta sat weak, sobbing lamenting her carelessness. I don't know what he was thinking until he had to end up sleeping in the same bed with Alan without a piece of clothing again. Aletta really feels despicable.
"Aletta, stop crying. Don't cry.." Alan scooped Aletta's body into his arms. "I'm sorry..." Aletta shook her head in tears. Alan bit his lip, regret filling his chest cavity. Last night Aletta was so strong that her defenses fell to the ground, making them forget themselves. It's wrong, the ego wants to have it so strong, soaring confidence out of nowhere just because it hears Aletta has been alone. Instead of holding back, he was serving the woman. Even without a care Aletta was whining about whose name..