Become a CEO's Deposit
Magic table

From last night. Rani packed her things. He put it all in without anyone left behind.

After the incident, Alva came out of her study. The man came back, but not to hold him back. Except to give him severance pay.

Alva throws the money under Rani's feet. Without looking at the woman.

The Master said, it was simply because he had served the Miss, not because he felt sorry or anything.

Moreover, Rani did not act stupid, to hurt or do things that harm, on the baby in the belly of the girl.

If only Rani had done it all, Alva might have kicked him out long ago. Maybe even give him a proper reply.

Alva also gave orders. That he leave this house before Chilla wakes up.

If only for one second this morning he still seems to be wandering in this house. And Alva saw it.

Don't blame the man, if Rani will accept the consequences.

Until early in the morning, with a loud cry, Rani really left the big house. It seemed that he had misjudged, as it turned out, the Master was not a man easily conquered.

****

In the room.

Muah.Muah.Muahp.

Sweet kiss Alva has pinned all over the face of the wife. He squeezed Chilla's cheeks with the tip of his nose, before puffing towards the bathroom.

The girl was still fast asleep on a Sunday like this. Alva, who had woken up first, intended to clean up, and make breakfast for his beloved wife, Chilla.

Not long after, the man looks fresh fit, with a towel wrapped around the waist, Alva out.

Water still drains in part of his body. And the smell of soap goes everywhere.

His feet were about to step toward the closet. However, at a glance seeing Chilla was not on the bed, Alva immediately panicked himself.

Without regard for his appearance. Alva came out of the room. Down the stairs, calling his wife's name.

"Chilla, honey." Shouted Alva, the netra was looking all over the direction. His breath was heard hunting, as the anxiety became increasingly ingrained.

The man circled the tv room. The usual place pregnant women spend time by watching drama. But again, Chilla does not exist.

And as soon as he wants to get into the kitchen. Can Alva see the tiny figure with the distended stomach coming out of their former maid's room.

Without a second thought, the Alva directly dragged its steps, scattering towards Chilla.

The body entered into his arms. "Honey, where are you going? Why come down without telling me? I'm looking for you." Alva says. Neutralize that fear by kissing the top of his wife's head.

"I was just in the kitchen, I was thirsty. And I see, there is no breakfast at the dinner table. So, I went to Rani's room. How come he doesn't exist? Do you know where Rani went?" Chilla.

As Alva walked into the bathroom, Chilla woke up shortly after, and felt her throat dry.

He looked towards the nightstand, but the glass was empty. Finally he decided to go down without telling the man.

And there, he did not find Rani who usually cooked early in the morning. Or clean up the house.

Hearing his wife asking about Rani, Alva broke her embrace, then cupped the two cheeks of the girl.

"You should have told me. Don't be rash to go down on your own, your stomach is getting bigger, baby..."

"And for that maid, last night she said goodbye to me. He said the foundation suddenly contacted him, and he was pulled back there. In a few days' time, there's a new maid coming, replacing her." Bright Alva. He was forced to lie, because he did not want Chilla to think things through, to the point of stress.

And in the end, it interferes with the growth and development of their babies.

"Well, I'm pretty familiar with him." He said with livid lips. Wrap your hand around Alva's neck.

"Who allowed you to get along with others? Hem's? You can only get along with me." Reply with sharpened eyes. Marking what he said was no joke.

Then, when Chilla will re-open the sound. His body was already airborne, carried by Alva, into the kitchen.

On that empty table. Alva put down his little wife, squeezed the girl's body, and stared intensely.

Their dense netra met, locking onto each other. Without being fished, there was a mist that started to flashed. Closing their senses, until the lips were fused, without anyone knowing, who started first.

Alva wanted to make Chilla breakfast. However, it seems that fate has not yet desired it.

Alva gives breakfast to the other mouth of Chilla. On the table there. The girl's legs were wide open. While the wrapped towel just came off.

"Honey, we're doing here yeah." Whisper teases.

As free as it is, Alva can now do that wherever he likes. Standing up, the proboscis broke into his nest.

Chilla screeched favors. The stronger the sturdy shoulder Alva, along with the beat that the man just made.

Not only back and forth, there were also increasingly tickling rounds and movements in the core of his body.

"Al, it's slower." Pinta Chilla as the man moves his hips impatiently.

Alva said the man reduced his speed. Trying to give his wife a sense of comfort.

The table was sounding, squeaking with the floor. Chilla's hands moved backwards, stacking her body that felt it was going to get an explosion.

"Darling..."

"Yeah, Honey."

Alva smothered her girl's mouth, until the moaning was restrained. However, it felt hotter, as the trunk of the trunk was increasingly pressing the pulse point in the hole orgasm.

Alva's body, which had just dried up, was wet again. Bathed in sweat due to the delicious sting he received. Her love for Chilla is second to none.

Brake,brak,brak!

The sound of a magic table like wanting to collapse, followed by a long groan from the lips of both. Chilla hugged Alva's neck tightly, as the long thing spewed out its lava.

Either maybe because so much, the liquid came out, spilled from the container.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Is anyone else waiting? A stick? Or similar?