THE MAFIA!
Chapter 133

Carrying in front of the chest of a woman who tonight and beyond will be his Queen, Michael exclaimed with a smile as he entered the most luxurious room in the hotel. A room that has been decorated with a variety of typical bridal decorations and also sprinkling red rose petals on the bedcover.

They are not newlyweds. But because the new world knows their status, so Madalena, Oliver and Selena agree to prepare the bridal room and the right time - really special for them.

Not allowed Chania or Michael in busy with their baby twins. Baby twins are under Madalena's watch at the moment.

Sit Chania on the side of the bed slowly. Then Michael immediately crouched down right in front of his wife. Making one knee as a support for his body's weight.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" michael looked at his wife. "Pronouncing the sacred promise of marriage in front of many invited guests, then the evening we partied and continued with a beautiful first night..."

Chania smiled, her heart was filled with gazes at the husband known as the cruel Mafia Lord. What an amazing sight, seeing the man squirming before his feet, gently squeezing his fingers. By saying the series of questions he had dreamed of.

Huh... The world seems to belong to Chania.

"Before, before I knew the young Master Mm Michael Xavier, I dreamed of a marriage that was sacred, and full of happiness like today" Chania replied, stroking a handsome face. "And after the party is over, then that night will be my first night. Give the best of me to my husband." he continued.

Michael smiled and was a little amused to himself. He did get that sanctity. But not on the first night after the revelation of the sacred promise. They tie a sacred promise after an incident Michael never imagined before.

"I'm sorry, Baby." - softly Michael kissed the back of his wife's hand. A pair of eyes closed, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his wife's delicate skin.

"There's nothing to forgive, Honey." replied Chania. "You didn't love me before, so maybe something like this would happen. I forced you to marry me. And for me, imagining what I dream of when we make a promise in church is enough."

"Then we start tonight! let's do what you used to dream!" michael smiled faintly.

"Where is possible!" chania Exclamation. "I'm no longer a virgin! already have two children. It definitely feels different! hihihi!" chania Kikik. "You can go in and out!"

"Huhahah!" michael Gelak. "What if it plays like that time, huh?" ask Michael teasing?"

"What did you feel at that time?"

"I'm almost crazy, because of the difficulty of penetrating your body!" grunting Michael.

"Haha!" chania's laughter exploded. "If it's like a highway now, right?"

"Yes, maybe that's true. But you forgot? almost two months we're not..." Michael hung up his words. He raised both his eyebrows. "It sure tastes different!"

"Haha!" Chania chuckled, although Michael without explaining in detail her sentence, she knew what her husband was going to say.

"Shower together, huh?" haggard Michael smiled mischievously.

"Where might the newlyweds take a bath together?" chania. "The woman must be ashamed - ashamed! let alone to take a bath together, wearing lingerie alone was definitely half-dead embarrassed." Chania was back.

As Michael chuckled this time, he stood up and pulled his wife's hand to stand.

"Then, we put on weathered bridal fashion!" michael said as he felt the zipper on his wife's back. Slowly he lowered the head of the zipper until it reached above the buttocks. With one small gesture, Cinderella's wedding dress fell on the floor.

Michael smiled mischievously, seeing his wife who now only wears ********* wrapped in tight shot pants that only up to 5 cm under the buttocks only.

While the chest is already hanging breast of nursing mothers, which is clearly larger than usual size. No br*, because br* is already fused with the dress.

Michael took one step back. The man still wearing the tuxedo watched his wife from toe to head. Staring mischievously with hungry highlight.

"Honey! it's embarrassing!" chania covers her chest by crossing her arms around her chest.

Then swiftly lifted his wife's body and brought her into the bathroom.

Michael took off the rest of the cloth attached to his wife's body, then the only CD that covered her body.

Both, soak in the bathtub with warm water studded with original rose petals that have been prepared by the WO. Release tired, shed sweat and the rest of the bridal make up.

Time continues to run, seconds turn into minutes, minutes continue to turn until without feeling an hour has passed. Now the two naked bodies are on a king-size bed.

Wrestling and enjoying the world together. Lips are interlocked, the man's hands guerrilla in the smooth, white expanse of skin of the woman. While the woman, moving irregularly, wriggling small. Enjoying a tough swish to express.

The thin lips of the Mafia began to descend, combing the neck area, to climb the twin hills of the woman. Stroking with his tongue. Shaking the tensed peak with tongue movements ranging from slow tempo to fast. Perculums it, sucking it up to suck like a starving baby.

If the tongue is focused on one part, the other part is in the man's grasp. Occasionally the burly fingers play the sensitive tops of his wife.

Keep it that way, and do it in turn. Until the body under the Mafia moves up and down. Both hands squeezed his jet black hair solemnly.

"Ohhhh..."

The long whimper sounded so voluptuous in the ears of the Mafia Master.

Something has exploded down there. Which makes the woman jolt favors. Not the first time I felt that. But it always feels better than before.

The woman's body is back to normal, feeling a little weak but doesn't want it all to end. He was getting more and more excited about what he had just felt.

The man began to descend the hill, and came down to a small circle and kissed several times, before he finally reached the core valley that was already wet.

Combing around with a swipe of a wet tongue, makes the woman no longer able to breathe. Looking down there was the head of the husband who was busy sweeping the steep valley, steep but always wanted to be achieved by the man.

The woman closed her eyes, as the man's hand began to open his legs. As if asking him to show what he was hiding behind the folds.

Once wide open, do not need to think twice for the man to lower his head, infiltrate between two thighs. Sticking out your tongue and playing around there.

Moving his head and to the right, as if unable to accept the pounding given by the husband. Without her body, she shook a second time.

Smiling satisfied, Michael brought his face closer to his wife's. I peeked at that pretty face a few times.

"Baby, would you like to buy mine?" asked Michael expectantly.

Without answering, Chania lifted her back to sit down. Asking the husband to stand on his two knees as a pedestal, he does what the Mafia asks.

"You good, Baby.." Michel sizzled his lips and drowned his manhood unseen.

As the night wore on, the two naked bodies grew more and more dissolved in the cradle of heaven. Until in the end the two bodies of human children re-integrate for the umpteenth time since they met.

No longer can they count, how many times they make love, making out in the intoxicating romance. What is clear tonight, is the night of their bride, the first night they can get back to sex after the woman gave birth.

...🪴 Happy reading 🪴...

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