47. A Blue One With A Big Printing

"Do you like it, hum? In a moment, I will take you to the seventh heaven and prove to you that I am still great in bed, not like you say." Donni smirked cynically and began to force his manhood into Britney's womanhood. satisfied from the front, Donni turned Britney's body, still tied, by entering through the back.

There was nothing Britney could do but moan, moan, and feel her feminine muscles throb over and over with each release. Donni's punishment was extraordinary. Britney's hands were weak after being tied, forced to do oral until Donni was satisfied and climaxed many times. Donni pressed Britney's head against his cock. Britney's disheveled face was like Donni's endless sex slave. Is this her punishment for getting a sadistic man as a husband, for leaving a good man like Darren?

There was no time for Britney to cry over her fate. Because Donni's sentence lasted until midnight and Britney lay unconscious helplessly. Donni told his maid to clean Britney and put her in the guest room. Donni's master bedroom was never occupied by anyone but himself. Women for him are sex slaves who can be thrown away and picked up whenever he needs, including his own wife.

Donni needs Britney only as a wife figure on paper and prove to the general public that he is a normal man who still likes women.

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Meanwhile a few hours earlier, in the most expensive room in a 5-star hotel in Bali, a husband and wife were enjoying dinner on their balcony under the moonlight. They have forgotten what happened a moment ago or are probably trying not to remember it.

"How long will you be in Bali?" Asked Calista while putting a vegetable salad with cheese mayonnaise topping on top, into her mouth.

"Maybe the day after tomorrow. I haven't taken you around Bali yet." Darren answered while sipping his mineral water drink.

"Ohh, I went home with mommy…"

"No, you come home with me!" Darren interrupted firmly and his eyes sparkled.

"I want to say, if I was with that mommy..."

"Whatever the reason, you come home with me. For mommy, let her go home alone. She was used to going everywhere alone. You can't argue with me. Once no always no!" Darren clenched his jaw to find his wife getting stubborn.

"Can I talk until the end?" said Calista who put down her salad spoon.

"You're saying that you don't want to come home with me, right?"

"I want to say that I am with mom to help her work on the launch of her new collection next week. Humph!" Calista replied with a shaky breath.

"Help her? By being a bikini model?" Darren furrowed his brows.

"No, I also don't want to be a model for clothes like that, Darren. My body is not for sale here and there. Have you ever seen me wearing mini and sexy clothes outside, apart from inside the house?" Calista couldn't stand being suspected so she spilled her words instantly.

Darren blushed. Yes, as he recalled, Calista never wore tight and sexy clothes. Unlike other women who are competing to show their strengths by dressing as minimally as possible. The sexy clothes that Calista wears are just sportswear and even then long sleeves and leggings. However, because Calista is wearing it, her curves are perfectly wrapped and invite the admiration of women who are desperately on a diet.

"I already told mom that you were coming home with me." Darren answered while eating a piece of orange on the table.

"Hmm." Surely, Calista thought.

"Tomorrow I want to take you to Kuta and Bedugul as well as other tourist attractions if you have time." Darren answered.

"How's your company? Aren't you afraid to leave the office for a long time?" Asked Calista curiously.

"You're afraid that I can't pay you? Huh, don't worry, my money won't run out for seven generations." Darren answered with a proud face.

"Yes yes yes yes ..." Calista was about to leave to open her laptop. She felt she was full of the words that came out of Darren's lips.

"Hey, where are you going?" Darren asked holding the hand of the woman who was about to leave.

"Taking my laptop for work. Mom gave me the task to choose various flowers that will be used later. I want to look it up on the internet." Calista replied.

"I can help you. Come here!" Darren took Calista's hand into the room. The food on the table was left alone. Darren took his tab and sat on the sofabed in his room.

"Come here, I can give you the best florist advice one can call." Darren touched the screen of his tab and made up and down motions with his index finger, sometimes he even typed something.

Calista approached him and sat next to him.

"Because the product that mom is going to launch is a swimsuit, the appropriate flower is a blue one with a big motif." Darren shows some pictures of flowers. Calista was excited to hear that.

Darren has a regular florist who he often calls when his company holds an event. The result is very satisfying. Calista's eyes lit up and her smile stretched from left ear to right. It's really worth talking to Darren too, she thought.

"Then, when can I contact him? Mommy asked for the boutique to be decorated as soon as possible. But, it's also not allowed to be fast because mom wants to use real flowers, not fake ones." Ask Calista.

"I'll call him tomorrow. Or, you can just call him so you can talk more freely with him." Darren answered.

"Okay, thank you. I'll save the contact number first." Darren handed her a florist's card that Calista would call tomorrow.

"Then what's the present for me?" Darren answered while looking passionately at Calista's lips.

"Present? Hmm, how about I make some ice cream? Wait a minute..." Calista already knew about the danger signal so she turned Darren's attention to something else. Not even an inch away, Calista's hand was pulled until it crashed onto the sofa bed.

"You think I'm a kid asking for ice cream as a gift? Hmm…" Darren squeezed Calista's body with his chest. Calista's breath rising and falling made his chest move up and down to touch Darren's chest.

"Darren, please. We've done it so many times. Aren't you tired?" Asked Calista with sad eyes.

"There is never a word tired for me. I love the sweet taste of your lips. And your neck is my toy." Darren licked Calista's lips and sniffed her neck.

"Eughhh, please Darren. I am already sleepy." Calista replied as long as she could escape the green-eyed man's grip.

"Relax, let me do the work. We have to do our best to get you pregnant as soon as possible." Darren began to launch his love attack by touching his wife's smooth body. Calista could only surrender and accept whatever her husband gave her. Her mouth said no but her body didn't match to her mouth. Her body welcomed every touch Darren gave.