The charm of Father-in-Law

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“I will take you home,” Dante told Hana who just finished taking a shower.

“Can I stay here?” pinta Hana with pleading gaze. Hana who was still wearing a bathrobe, and the hair wrapped in a white towel walked over to Dante who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hana was crazy about her father-in-law. Uh! Exactly his father-in-law.

How not to be crazy? If Dante looks very handsome, rich, Hot, and also loving.

Hana feels lucky to be loved and cared for by Dante.

“Sweetie, there will be time again we meet,” replied Dante, as a form of rejection. He didn't want Hana to get in trouble.

Hana was shaking her lips.

Dante pulled Hana down into his lap.

“Do not be naughty. Follow my words,” said Dante, as he kissed Hana's lips at a glance.

“Is this on your lips honey?” ask Dante.

“Maybe,” replied Hana.

“Correctly, I can't stop if I kiss your lips.” Dante stuck his lips on the surface of Hana's tiny lips.

The smell of soap and shampoo from Hana's body is very refreshing in Dante's sense of smell. Making the man growl annoyed as his passion rose to the surface again.

The charm of the Virgin Widow is indeed very extraordinary. It's never been like this before with his lovers there in Italy.

The kiss is released when Hana feels out of breath.

Dante smiled then rubbed the corner of Hana's lips that left her saliva.

“Dress. I will take you home,” said Dante as he rubbed his lover's smooth cheeks.

“Alright,” replied Hana, moving on Dante's lap before moving on from her seat.

“Hana!” furious Dante.

Hana laughed gigglingly at Dante's agony that was holding back passion.

Basic naughty!

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Dante handed Hana a credit card when they were in the car.

“I don't want to,” reject Hana, pushing Dante's outstretched hand towards her while giving her a credit card.

“Why?” ask Dante.

“This is to meet your needs,” continued Dante.

“I feel like sugar baby,” said Hana.

Dante laughed when he heard Hana's words.

“Take it that way,” replied Dante, making Hana pout in annoyance who heard it.

Dante pulls Hana's bag, and puts her credit card in there. After that, he drove his car, drove Hana home to his parents.

“One more week, I'm going back to Italy, Sweetie,” said Dante breaking the silence in the car.

“Why should I go back?” asked Hana with a trembling tone. He is not willing if Dante returns to his country. If there's a bule teasing his Hot Daddy how is it?

Arghh! Imagining it already makes Hana upset instead of playing.

“How else. My goal here is not to stay, but to see Gery. But, who would have thought that I even got the jackpot,” replied Dante, grasping Hana's right hand tightly and gently.

This beautiful widow beside him is a gift to her. A gift from God.

“Daddy cannot return to Italy. Then what about me?” hana asked with a very sad feeling.

“One month, I will try to go to Jakarta,” replied Dante.

“Can I come?” ask Hana.

“Boleh, if you are already my wife,” replied Dante, then kissed the back of Hana's hand affectionately.