The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chatper 644

Chapter 644

Natalie had a long face when they got home. Brandon pulled her into a hug before she could even turn on the light.

“I was just kidding. Don’t be mad.”

Natalie frowned. Brandon’s hand slid down bet**en her legs. He stroked her there. Struggling, she anxiously said, “Sir, stop. If your wife finds out, she will scold me.”

Brandon didn’t stop and instead p**ssed her against the wall.

“My wife is sleeping so you better keep your voice down, my little bodyguard,” he said playfully.

Natalie spun around, p**ssed her face against the wall, and gazed at Brandon.

“Sir…”

Swirling in the orange light of the setting sun, the curtain swung softly in the breeze.

Brandon’s gaze burned with lust. With one hand, he tightened his grip around Natalie’s waist, while the other raised her hip. Brandon hoisted Natalie up. In the midst of her struggle, the baseball cap she was wearing dropped, and her long, wavy hair flew in all directions, concealing her flushed face.

Brandon opened the bedroom door and immediately tossed Natalie onto the bed.

Brandon grasped Natalie’s chin, bent down and passionately k**sed her.

He then undressed and fondled Natalie’s behind before slapping her b**t. Natalie shook at the sharp sound. The desire in his scratchy voice was palpable.

“Sit on me, my little bodyguard.”

contrasted with his black hair and possessed masculine strength, and she

straightened up a little and had Brandon remove her jeans, revealing a pair

along the w*t crack. A clear fluid had coated his fi**gers. Natalie’s nether regions were

abdomen, and his taut

off her white lace bra. Brandon undid her shoulder strap, revealing a pair of

The softness of her b*reasts

some erogenous play with her br***ts. She couldn’t help but throw her

she was sitting on him didn’t help, either. He couldn’t get in despite

was also anxious that she couldn’t get it inside her. Brandon, perspiring heavily, sq***zed into her moist, tight vagina

arms and spoke in a sweet voice, “Sir… Try some gentleness. Or your wife will hear us!

hear it,” Brandon murmured, caressing her

so nice

up, f*ondled Brandon’s abs, and moved her h*ps with difficulty. His body was perfectly proportioned, and he was

back. From this vantage point, he could see that Natalie’s huge

wriggle as she gently stroked his

slimy v*agina. She felt a peculiar weakness

l*ps pursed, felt an indescribable pleasure. He stroked Natalie’s b*reasts more vigorously and added,

motivated to wiggle her waist even more after hearing this. Her vision hazed and her cheeks heated. Somewhere in her g*enitalia, she felt a powerful,

sun filtered in through the blinds. She turned around and stretched her arms, groaning, only to find

disappointed, she sat up and put on her crimson

of the servants as she descended the

a moment. Mr. Larson

“Really?” Natalie asked, amazed.

it was true! Brandon was hard at work in the kitchen toasting bread,

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