Now,wah gwan?

She ignored him, as he was drinking, and from time to time, smiled, browsing.

"What's making you smile? " Don Marcello interfered.

"Some guys, huh.?Na wa o!" Maria smiled to herself again.

"Show me," Don Marcello dropped his Cognac and heaved up. "What is that?" his hand begging to have the phone.

" Do I look at your contacts? " Maria asked him.

Don Marcello, snatching the phone from her, her towel loosed and her breasts tumbled out.

She abandoned the phone because she had exited from Instagram and covered herself.

He looked at the phone's screen, the light had died down.

He grabbed her towel with two hands.

"What are you hiding?"

"Marcello. My body is my own. If I like I show it to you."

Who else do you want to show it?"

"Oh! Nobody else? You are making a mistake."

"Is that? " he forced down the towel with rage and placed his mouth on the succulent breasts.

Maria smiled with her face at his back's side, his face buried at her bosom.

"Ooohh Gad! Marcello. Marcello. She con