HOT MOTHER & MR. BILLIONAIRE
Mual

Dante got into bed and lay down on his wife's side, grabbed her right wrist, then kissed the back of the hand.

In his sleep Alka did not realize that she was now turning around and hugging Dante, her husband.

"Engh.." The delirium made Dante smile.

He looked at that slumbering face, slowly his hands slid in and rubbed Alka's stomach and turned to hug her.

"You're mine, Alka."

Slowly Alka opened her two eyes as she felt her lips on the kiss repeatedly, slowly but surely her lips getting more and more voraciously. Dante's burly hand pressed Alka's nape so she couldn't get away from him.

"Ehhh!" Alka frowned when as usual Dante bit his lower lip, his body was now stretched and Dante was already on it.

"Your punishment continues!" Dante grinned and scared Alka.

"A-"

The two legs of Alka had just opened as wide as her hips, slowly Dante pulled the white interior, looking at her the softness of Alka with a million passions.

Slowly he played his fingers there making Alka close her eyes, oh no, it was already very wet. Dante really tormented her with it.

Alka almost reaches her first release but Dante is still reluctant to unite her body, Alka's body feels burning and she is desperate.

"It's just the beginning, baby, I haven't started it yet, and, you can't get it out before me."

Alka bit her lower lip, her hands squeezing the sides of the pillow with a stirring desire.

Dante quickly pulled his fingers, letting something warm out of there.

"Engh..."

"I haven't started Alka yet, haven't I said it? You're not following me."

"I -"

Both Alka's eyes were closed as Dante fused their bodies together, playing them softly but it felt like he was eager to gush the tenderness up to soreness and pain. But Dante must not forget who is in his wife's womb.

An hour passed, they had just finished, and Dante lay down to let Alka turn his back, at the behest of her husband. Dante hugged her.

He kissed and bit Alka's back to make her grimace in pain, Dante was very fond of rubbing her stomach. "You love me?"

What kind of question is that?

"Jawab," Dante bites slowly.

"Very.I love you," Alka grimaced.

Then Dante turned his wife's body to meet him, he kissed Alka's forehead and lips and hugged her again tightly, making Alka's face set on the chest of his field.

"Rest, you must be very tired after serving me. Tomorrow you must wake up before I open my eyes."

The deg!

What else is this, what will happen if Alka wakes up bad luck? In the past, while still living outside the palace, even Dante never had a problem with it.

Dante's gentle rubbing on Alka's back made the woman sleep in her sleep, soon followed by Dante.

Even though the night passed the peak, the cold was getting piercing, Dante tightened his embrace. Likewise with Alka, she began to feel nauseous. Sleep disturbed.

He closed his mouth, repeatedly like that. But the contents of his stomach want to be vomited, right.

Alka pushed Dante's body a little further away but Dante didn't want to let go, "I'm sick baby, let me go to the bath room."

"You're just cold"

Alka was nauseous, and held her stomach. Dante panic.

"Alka!"

Quickly Dante took Alka to the bath room with their naked bodies.

Inside there Alka spewed out all her entrails, in a weak. Head's dizzy.