Marry to Perverted Man

Sighs, moans, and infrequent little giggles from a man and woman echoed throughout the president suit's elegant hotel room.

The room is only filled with backlight and classical music that echoes harmoniously. Aromatherapy candles are lit in the corners, and red rose petals fill the floor and the bed. But it is no longer shaped by. They have made all the sides that were beautiful into a mishmash.

The clothes they wear are spread from the front room to the bedroom. Even the woman's lingerie just lay around on the kitchen table, which looked chaotic—the result of the 'brutality' of Maxime Anterios, he is possessed by the heavenly gorgeousness that

reflects a Greek Goddess. His blue eyes were like an ocean, and he had a decent body with stocky muscle. The result of the gym sessions he has attended for the past three years.

The fun was not enough once; she needed more sex because only this night, they were together without worrying about anything. The next day, they might meet and pretend they don't know each other, especially if Jeannie is with her husband, the old conglomerate who is as fat as a pig.

"Yeah, baby .... " the woman sighs after the handsome man on top of her moves the bottom intensely and rhythmically fast.

"Do you like it?" asked the man with a smirky smile.

"You play much better than my husband ... " whispered a woman whose body was all tense, especially on the something between her thighs. So suddenly, the man stopped his movement,

"Why do you have to compare me with your husband, who is as big as an elephant? Huh?" The man got up and went over the woman's body, who looked a few years older than him. Deliberately stop the pleasure that has not been fully channeled.

"Max, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it—"

"Stop! Jeannie, didn't I tell you not to mention names or compare me to other men?" The man named Maxime Anterios looks furious. Still, with his naked body, he walked to the sofa and sat there while sipping a glass of wine from the nightstand. Jeannie followed him; she tried to make Maxime excited again by opening her legs wide and showing the area between her thighs. Maxime's favorite place.

"Well, Jeannie. Go home! Go to your husband. I no longer wish to continue our ritual." Maxime shook his head. Jeannie's eyes widened in surprise; her breath faltered as it held back annoyance at Maxime.

"You're out of your mind—"

"Nope! I'm not! You, you're out of your mind, Mrs. Jeannie Jefferson. I sacrificed my time, career, and life to satisfy you. But what did you give me?"

"I gave you a luxury apartment, a car, a watch, expensive clothes, and don't forget—"

"Hey ... Hey ... Hey ... you don't have to mention all that. Now ask yourself, Is there anyone who can satisfy your desires besides me?" Maxime got up and spilled the rest of the wine on the woman's body.

Then he wiped each sticky drop off the woman's body using his wild tongue. He didn't want to stop the hot game he started. Consistency is the key. What he starts must end.

Again, he made the woman moan until a voice of pleasure came out of her.

A few minutes later, he is done with his job.

"I'll transfer the money to you," the woman said before picking up all her clothes on the floor.

"Give me a check!"

"I didn't bring the check. Can't you be a little patient?"The woman raised her voice.

"Pssst ... don't yell at me. Didn't I give you what you wanted?" Maxime, already wearing his boxer, came back closer while playing with the top on the naked woman's body.

Like a professional, Maxime managed to turn the woman on again. Looking at the body and face above the average is enough to make the woman ask for sex again.

"How about one more time?" whispered the woman.

"It won't be free, Ma'am." Maxime turned around, but the woman grabbed her boxer. The woman's hand quickly turned inward and slowly lowered her head, and started to use his mouth to make Maxime's libido come again.

Yes, finally, one more game before a long farewell. Jeannie Jefferson is a Middle Eastern woman of mixed blood. Although she was fifteen years older than Maxime, her sexiness was not less than the girls he had slept with.

But this time, the game was only a short time. Maxime immediately ended and hoped the woman would leave as soon as possible because he was tired and very sleepy.

"Max ... "call Jeannie.

"I bought you something," Jeannie said as she reached into an expensive bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars that she put on the sofa.

Maxime turned, "what is this?"

"Watches, your favorite. The diamond throne, I want you to wear it."Jeannie put the luxury watch on him.

"Ohh ... Jean ... " Maxime kissed the woman passionately.

His heart was overjoyed now, he 'only' asked for thirty thousand dollars, but Jeannie gave him more than that.

"I've also transferred the money to you. Save a little. I don't want Harry to be suspicious because my financial expenses are out of bounds," Jeannie concluded as she kissed Maxime before stepping away from the hotel room.

***

The ringing cell phone on the nightstand roared at him.

"Oh my God, what time is it? Why is it so noisy!"Maxime hurried to get up and immediately turned off the annoying alarm. Then he went back to sleep, covering his head with a pillow.

However, soon his cell phone was ringing again, not from an alarm but from an incoming call.

For the first few seconds Maxime deliberately let the phone sing and twirl on the nightstand. In the end, he could no longer ignore it.

"Yes, Dean. Why did you call me in the morning?"

"Max, Where Are you?"The man voice, who was also his best friend, seemed anxious.

"At the hotel, as usual. What's up??"

"Your mother is here!"Dean whispered.

"What? Don't prank me!"

Maxime immediately jumped out of bed and put all his clothes back on.

"S-since when was she there? Why didn't you call me earlier?"Maxime asked in an angry tone.

"I wish I knew, Max. I didn't know either, and now she's waiting for you to come."

"Why don't you let my mother in."

"Ohh, C'mon, man. Yesterday you didn't leave me the keys. Don't tell me it got carried away by one of the women you slept with! Again!" Dean is upset.

"Yes, mom, I'm calling Maxime right now. He'll be here soon ...." Dean's voice talking to Mrs. Avreda.

If he could fly or use some magic tricks, he would probably use it. It is undoubtedly not a good idea to let his mother wait even longer.