Emma blushed; her husband didn’t miss anything and looked at her analytically; she didn’t let him do the math she climbed on top of him with her cake in her hand and begged him for cream on his lips, which she cleaned with her kisses.
“Are you afraid that I got fat? Aren't you going to want me fat?”
She changed the subject trying to get Franco to ignore it.
“Emma…” She started to take off his shirt and kissed him to shut him up.
“Suuh, do you know what else makes me hungry?” She kissed him, going down to his p***s. You.”
Franco smiled when he looked at her, she was very playful and without any lie, in addition to her appetite for food, her s****l desire was increasing and she wanted her husband 24 to 7, she didn’t want to rest, she wanted him at all times and if that desire helped he
