My Possessive Rich Man

S l o w l y

"Neeyeghh!"

This is the third time Raden has experienced uncontrollable nausea and vomiting in his marble sink bowl.

Usually at this time, Bastian faithfully accompanies even willing to become his vomit disposal barrel.

Then where is that guy now? Tonight no one showed his nose. Raden is weak without Bastian.

In between her spit. Alula's tiny footsteps were heard following her into the bathroom. It could be felt the sincerity of Alula's hand rubbed her nape as she scooped her face with water.

Alula grabbed a towel and told Raden to sit on a closed toilet to dry her husband's tall face.

"Om why the hell? Is there really a husband, a craving? Lula does not believe it anyway, meningan Om check deh, who knows, one of Om's disease relapses, maybe peptic ulcer or what is it."

"That's it." Raden said softly while occasionally glancing at the clothes Alula was wearing at the moment. Thin black color glaring. Alula adorable with that sexy lingerie.

"But if it's really Om who has cravings, thank you for being willing to replace Lula."

"Anything for you."

"Want some warm water?" Alula smiled thinly and then put back her little towel without switching from Raden's face.

"I want to, ..." Said Raden stuck in memory of the thing that he did not want to be damaged.

"You what?"

Raden. "No, forget it."

"Tell me." Pouting Alula.

Raden got up from his seat and walked out of the bathroom. "I want Baby to change his nightgown. That's too tempting." His word.

He could at least hold back if he had seen a little bit of Alula's small waist. Anxious feeling there was a sense of wanting to trigger it. That's normal.

"Don't like being seduced? About ilfil?" Alula followed in the footsteps of her husband who was sitting on a swivel chair at his desk.

Tonight they were back at Raden's residence. Supposedly on his honeymoon, but given Alula's condition, Raden postponed his honeymoon after giving birth.

"Don't say nothing, Baby still can't be in, ..." It depends on what Raden says on the sidelines by Alula.

"Wearing clothes like this should do that? Can't Lula spoil Lula's husband's eyes?"

Raden. The cues from Alula's body language don't say that. Every time she engages in a friendly spice with him, Alula feels another vibration. Want to experience more pleasure.

Raden raised Alula's adorable little waist, she was sitting on her desk. For a moment his eyes were pampered by a tiny curve that was very charming.

The size of Alula's chest also began to contain, the faster the greater may be due to the influence of the hormone estrogen produced the higher because of several factors of body development.

Raden opened the tiny, smooth leg, the saliva stuck so hard to get into the esophagus, wanted him to do nothing but just saw the heirloom stick was hardened.

Raden turned his gaze on Alula's face without asking, "Baby want to try it?"

Alula was silent but the corners of her lips lifted up small like saying yes but hesitating.

Raden once made him in pain. To eliminate the trauma, Raden needed to do something about the targeted area.

"Baby remember? We've bought something for us to try together."

"What?"

Raden. He stared at Alula's frowning face, as he opened the drawer on his desk. He grabbed the thing that was still wrapped in a pink box.

"Of." Alula shook her head in doubt but Raden assured her. "Perhaps with this warm-up, Baby will feel calmer and more comfortable."

Alula shook her head but fell silent resigned when Raden pulled the cover of the bottom, then touched the part with the tip of the object that is able to vibrate.

Slowly but surely, Alula sighed deeply, looking up with both hands behind. His leg rests on the armchair, which is the part on the armrest in Raden's swivel chair.

Raden bit his lower lip, enjoying the beauty that Alula presents when cornered with a sigh of relief. "Of."

"Why? It hurt?" Alula shook her head, and her body said I enjoyed it.

"Slow Baby."

"Ough." Alula closed her eyes looking up at the ceiling of the room. Raden was as if he was anxious about his own game.

Though not entering hers, but seeing Alula like that, Raden fantasizes with his shadow. Occasionally glanced at his wife's property which he played with a vibrating device.

Raden stood up, he leaned his body to reach Alula's lips. "Kiss me slowly."

Not slowly but Alula scooped Raden's face with a frenzy to give a wild kiss. Young passion is very suitable if combined with mature age.

Raden circumnavigated Alula's legs to wrap around her waist, "Aw, buckle pain Om!" Alula Protests.

"Sorry, forgot to take off." Raden took off his sloppy belt. He again grabbed Alula's body to take her to bed.

"You again?" Raden offered a touch with a tool that just made Alula float. Alula shook her head but it was not like it was the language implied on her pseudo red face.

"Again, later if it is comfortable, Baby will no longer be in pain. I promise, this time Baby won't feel pain like the first time we do." Alula agreed.

Raden begins with a warm kiss on Alula's tiny lips, creeping up to her neck, and anchored to the areola. Alula agrees that this time Raden claims to be very careful. It was clear from how Raden treated him.

Raden threw away the entire outfit and left only one strand of the bottom cover.

Back Raden turned on the vibration on his tool, he pointed at the forbidden part of his wife. Alula harshed resigned. His feet were shaking violently. That thing tickled hers.

Breath is not crowded, driven according to the tempo of the game that Raden gave. "Om, Om, Om."

"Why?"

"Nob." Whispering shyly Alula said that. His face is red. So adorable.

Raden is happy at the end Alula is honest with how she feels. He threw it because he didn't need it.

"We're changing this one?" Raden replaced it with something original. A wand so big, a hard object that once made Alula in pain.

Alula backwards. "It must have hurt." The tools Raden used were no bigger than her husband's. That size is too horrible.

"Dear baby, you seduced me, and now you're the one who refused?" Raden protest.

Alula nodded. "Touch me slowly."

Raden grinned victoriously, he pointed his lunging into the depths of Alula's paradise. "Aghs.

"Slowly Om." Alula's Sweats.

"Hm." Once he did it, but did not realize how it felt, it turned out to be very opium, if only consciously could be wise it, means he was crazy when in the influence of drugs.

That narrow burrow squeezed the density of his stick. "Little open." Raden positioned Alula to give the best access to hers.

Closing his eyes, Raden began to spur Alula's small body with a gradually increasing tempo. She hempas the rest of the cloth that covered a small part of Alula.