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.

me,

which contrasted with his black hair and

had Brandon remove her jeans, revealing a pair of

briefs and stroked his palm along the w*t crack. A clear fluid had coated his fi**gers. Natalie’s nether regions were w*t and sl**k, as

sit on Brandon’s powerful abdomen, and his taut muscles clung to her warm stomach.

bra. Brandon undid

The softness of her b*reasts prompted Brandon

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

normal guys. And the fact that she was sitting on him didn’t help,

she couldn’t get it inside her. Brandon, perspiring

lay in Brandon’s arms and spoke in a sweet voice, “Sir…

Brandon murmured, caressing her

so nice inside

moved her h*ps with difficulty.

he could see that Natalie’s huge b*reasts were shaking and that

wriggle as she gently stroked his strong

encased in her w*t, slimy v*agina. She felt a peculiar weakness and numbness when his

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

this. Her vision hazed

sun filtered in through the blinds. She turned around and stretched her arms,

on her crimson cashmere night robe to head

the servants as she descended the

wait for a moment. Mr. Larson is preparing breakfast for you

“Really?” Natalie asked, amazed.

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