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Acute Bucin

Smith lay with a body soaked in sweat, his breathing stinged as he had just grabbed his release after nearly two hours of the lovebirds fighting in bed.

Amelia got up and walked slowly to the bathroom, although she had often felt how powerful Smith's wobble but was still beaten for so long making her core ache.

"Where's baby?" Ask Smith.

"To the bathroom, to pee sir." Answer Amelia slowly.

"Don't be long, after that we sleep."

"Good.." Amelia goes into the bathroom and as usual she always locks her up from the inside, be alert if the man comes back lustful and enters suddenly while he is enjoying his me time in the bathroom.

"Fiuhh, the feeling is so relieved.." Murmuring her, she came out and closed her bathroom door again.

"Darling.." Call Smith, he heard the door shut but she did not go up to the bed.

"Yes, sir, I'm thirsty to drink for a minute."

"Just me, sleep.."

"But.."

"Remember, right? if I don't like being rebutted?"

"All right, sir.." After Amelia, rather than the man getting angry and beating her again, it is better to give up. Though he wants fresh mango juice, it must be delicious especially after being beaten all-out earlier.

But he can't realize his wishes because Smith brought him, huhh must be water.

Before long Smith entered with a box of mango juice and two glasses in his hand, he knew clearly what he meant by his girl wanting to go to the kitchen alone, juice must be his goal.

Don't ask why Smith knows, because several times Amelia was dipped drinking juice the night after they made love more precisely, so it's like a habit.

Amelia smiles when she sees Smith bringing her favorite drink.

"Cock smile, why?"

"You want it.." Reply Amelia spoiled.

"Drink now, not most of the time. Don't fat-shake."

"Thank you oppa.."

"What's? Say it again." Pinta Smith pretended not to be heard.

"Thank you oppa."

"From now on call me dear or oppa, not mister." Breakup Smith.

"Good Oppa Smith."

"How dare you say my name!"

"I'm sorry sir."

"This mouth can't be taken care of, I don't think he'll be angry. Address won't sleep tonight." Amelia's inner self cursed her stupidity, several times she patted her lips.

"What's wrong, hurry up and drink the juice. After that we go to sleep, tomorrow we start working again. You ready?" Amelia just nodded her head, as her mouth was full of mango juice.

Smith's index finger moved like it was piercing Amelia's two bulging cheeks filled with mango juice until the juice was spurted.

Smith chuckled complacently at the annoyed face of his girl, I don't know the more days her absurd mannerisms became.

"The real lap, later on in the ants' crumbs." His words were flat again, as if he had done nothing wrong.

Amelia rolled her eyes, took the mop and cleaned the remaining juice that had been spilled from her mouth with a bent facial expression.

Smith giggles under the covers, upsetting her girl like a new hobby to her. Especially when looking at the cute pursed lips, Smith was getting so cute on the little girl like her.

When she was done, Amelia put her body next to the man who had her whole body wrapped in a thick blanket.

Amelia lay down with her manyun lips, Smith who had secretly peeked at her girl immediately soaked her reddish lips.

At first Amelia was ordinary, but over time she also participated in the play of the lips of the reliable man. Amelia replied that the kiss was no less great, she was used to the naughty kiss of her man.

"You can do it again?" Smith asked, Amelia who had heated up could not refuse him because he could not be lied to she also wanted him again.

Finally they returned to the second round in the middle of a cold quiet night.

The next morning, Amelia woke up to a noise coming from the phone of the man who was still fast asleep with his hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Who did you call early in the morning?" Amelia ventured to see who called the man this early.

"Miss Marissa? What's the matter calling so early, pick up or wake up Mr Smith?" Amelia glanced at Smith who was still sound asleep.

"Let it go, and then call again maybe. I'll tell you later." Disconnecting Amelia, she returned to her body slowly so that Smith did not wake up from her sleep.

...

While Marissa was upset half-dead, at first she was happy not to play because Smith's number could be called back, but again she had to swallow to disappointment because Smith did not pick up the phone from her.

"Think of Marissa's positivity, it's possible that your fiance is still asleep."

...

Smith and Amelia again began their busy day with work, Roy was waiting with his sparkling face when he saw the young Master and Miss coming out of the apartment area.

"Good morning, young lady and master." Sapa Roy friendly.

"Today's true cheer, why?" Smith asked after she and Amelia sat sweetly in the back seat.

"What's wrong, sir, I just feel a little less burden on me."

"What burden?" Ask Smith flatly.

"Every day I'm in terror with Miss Marissa's arrival to the office." Answer Roy as he is.

"Not to mention yesterday the great master also suddenly came to the office."

"What do you want?" Smith asked still with his flat expression.

"She just asked where you were going and asked if you had any other woman behind Miss Marissa."

"What did you answer then?"

"As you ordered, I shut up, sir." Roy answered, making smiles rise from both corners of Smith's lips, his assistant is indeed the most reliable.

"Good, I'm giving you a bonus this month as shut-up money." Very good news, Roy.

"Thank you, sir.."

"You deserve it." Smith again.

"Sir.."

"Yes, baby, why?"

"So early in the morning Miss Marissa called you, I had a look on the screen of the master's phone lying on the nightstand." Obviously Amelia was afraid that the man was angry because he had touched her personal object.

"Leave it, it doesn't matter, baby.."

"Master isn't angry?"

"Anged because of what?" Smith asked with a frown on his forehead.

"Because I'm so bad to touch your phone."

Smith chuckles at the girl's explanation, don't cell phone more personal objects just often in and out of Amelia's body.

"You want to see my phone? It's.." Smith thrust his expensive cell phone into Amelia's hand.

"Aren't there no more secrets between us? So for what? I don't forbid you to touch or use my cell phone." Roy gaping to hear the speech of his young master, not his intention to eavesdrop but still heard because he also had ears that were still functioning normally.

Smith is most anti if his phone is touched by others, even Marissa and himself are strictly forbidden to touch or play his cellphone. But to Amelia? The man gladly gave it to her voluntarily.

"Truly bucin acute.." Inner Roy.

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