The Berondong Boss Reserve
Record

What a man whose brain is only filled with bed scenes. Latina wanted to comment, even though she was eager to lecture Dean.

Free because the sentence he said, will only enter the right ear, then out the left ear. Dean wouldn't care. For the young man, he had his own rules. Nah! But, it is itself a rule. Everyone must follow his orders.

Rather than arguing, it was better for Latina to close her eyes immediately. Don't let Dean ask for more rations because he will go abroad. Before the young man came out of the bathroom, Latina had to go to bed immediately.

The sound of the bathroom being shifted. Latina quickly closed her eyes. Dean stepped closer, he advised the head to look at Latina who had closed her eyes.

"You think I'm a kid you can fool? Not working!" said Dean.

Latina opened her eyes. "I just want to sleep."

"Let's go first." Dean picked something up in his closet. A recording device. "We play again."

Latina edged up from the fall. Clearly he was confused as to why this Dean was carrying a handycam. "What's that for?"

"Just for fun." Dean pulled the round table. Set the position of the recorder as best as possible so that it can highlight fully towards the bed.

"Don't do that!" Latina seemed to know what Dean wanted to do. He would not allow this crazy young man to do such an unspeakable thing. The act of recording a scene in bed is very fatal if accidentally spread.

"Shut up!" snapped Dean. "Who are you to ban this and that? Quite silent. Be a submissive woman."

After feeling fit, Dean opened a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over, pulling the thick blanket that Latina was wearing. That made Latina protect her body. He was not dressed because the shirt was on the front sofa. After all, he obeyed the request of Dean who wanted him to sleep naked.

"No need to explain, right? You can understand for yourself."

Latina looked up at Dean. Inwardly, he cursed this man. Hoping for the plane to explode or something, Dean could die horribly.

Just according. Latina enjoyed the tension filled with those protruding veins in her mouth. Dean looks up. It's so warm in the woman's mouth. He liked it, and slowly moved as his hands stroked Latina's hair.

"Be deeper, dear. Play the bottom too." Dean wants that.

The order, yes, must be obeyed. With both of her hands, Latina rubbed, turning the thing that had been bashed by her saliva. He gripped firmly while playing his hands up and down. Latina also dipped two small parts of the forbidden goods union.

"You're smart, honey." Dean's going crazy like this. He has an idea. If Latina is obstructed, she can ask to be satisfied in this way. The deal's only a year and Dean won't waste it. There's a lot of money for Jason. Instead, the wife of the man became hers.

Dean pushed Latina down. He started the action. Entering Latina slowly, then plunging her deep.

"I know you're upset. But, this game is for the next night, because I'll be back in two days' time."

"Whatever you say. I can't refuse it either, can I?"

Dean smiled, then kissed the woman's lips. "I like being dominant."

TB