Finding a Hot Duda Bed Friend
S-2 #41
Leaving Rai-Mishea and Satria-Mishella behind, there was Daddy Bratt who had finished talking to Mommy Alea in the room.
"Yes, honey, I'm sorry." That's all that can come out of Daddy Bratt's mouth every time Mommy Alea completes one verse of his talk.
"You must remember Bratt, Mishea needs Rai, you as a father should not be selfish! Didn't you see Mishea's face, she started dressing up again! Mishea had already shown signs of her mental recovery and it was all thanks to Rai!" Omel Mommy Alea's.
"Yes, honey, yes. I'm sorry." Reply Satria.
Mommy Alea let out a rough sigh while landing her butt on the bedside as she was standing while Daddy Bratt was sitting on the couch.
Seeing that his wife had finished raving, Daddy Bratt stood up from his seat and took a glass of water with a nightstand beside the bed and gave it to his wife.
"It's a drink first. Surely your mouth is thirsty now for constantly nagging." Said Daddy Bratt.
"Hish. you are!!" Annoyed Mommy Alea received the glass from Daddy Bratt's hand.
After one glass of water finished Mommy Alea's throat, Mommy Alea gave the glass back to Daddy Bratt and Daddy Bratt put an empty glass on the nightstand next to the sofa in front of the bed.
Then Daddy Bratt sat next to Mommy Alea on the bed.
"I'm sorry, honey, I'm gonna learn to accept that boy." Said Daddy Bratt while massaging his wife's shoulder.
"The name's Rai, Bratt."
"Yes.yes, Rai." Reply Daddy Bratt relented because he no longer wanted to get his wife's scolding.
"How, how good is it not my massage?" Daddy Bratt switched their conversation.
"Don't you try a little bit down." Reply Mommy Alea.
Daddy Bratt took his massage off his wife's shoulder.
But Daddy Bratt's massage is actually just Daddy Bratt's mode of wanting to get his wife to make love.
Mommy Alea closed her eyes enjoying a Bratt massage.
"Nake?" Ask Daddy Bratt again.
"Murray..." Mommy Alea replied while nodding her head.
"Do you know better?" Whisper Daddy Bratt.
Mommy Alea's eyes opened wide at her husband's question. She was not stupid and understood the meaning of her husband's question.
"I'll get your bath water ready first." Mommy Alea said as she walked towards the bathroom.
Daddy Bratt chuckled at his wife's response and then stood up from his seat and followed her in the bathroom.
While walking to the bathroom, Daddy Bratt while removing the clothes attached to his body one by one until only leaving his ca*wat only.
Daddy Bratt is already in the bathroom. Daddy Bratt closed and did not forget to lock the bathroom door.
Hearing the bathroom door locked, Mommy Alea turned her head and raised her protest.
"Why in the lock?" Ask Mommy Alea.
"Don't pretend you don't know darling." Daddy Bratt replied as he walked up to his wife and pulled her waist so that their bodies stuck together.
"Bratt don't fuck around! I want to prepare dinner for us."
"There's a waiter."
"Yes, but I want to make a special menu to entertain Mishea and Mishella's friends."
"Is hosting a rancid boy more important than serving your husband?"
"Don't you love, Mishea and Mishella's friends don't come every day, if you're every day we're together."
"I don't want to know anyway, I want to fuck you now not later let alone tomorrow."
Mommy Alea sighed harshly, inevitably she had to respond to her husband's request.
Mommy Alea wrapped her arms around Daddy Bratt's neck and landed her lips on her husband's lips and then softly vented*mat her husband's lips.
And clearly Mommy Alea's action got a reply from Daddy Bratt. Daddy Bratt also replied to you*the skin of his wife's lips very gently and passionately.
And then, yes, that's it.
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