WICKED LOVE TRIANGLE

Drake uses his body to cover Sabella's. He grunts" Mom I love privacy and you know it".

"Maybe you should let your wife get a cover and think about how loud you made her not letting anyone come near this arena".

Sabella ears turn redder than it is.

"Drake "Elle calls sternly.

Drake being reluctant to let go of Sabella.

"Please can you let me go" Sabella whispers.

Drake shakes his head "I haven't had enough yet I'm starving"

Sabella pouts " But I made food for you go eat with mother"

"What about special treat" Drake asks.

Without thinking Sabella replies "you'll get it. I promise" . Drake grins hearing her promise.

Queen Elle settles herself on a couch smiling knowing Sabella is being considerate of her son. The last she would want is things going out of track in the futute when Stella returns. Drake feels reluctant for a moment and sabella glares at him ordering sternly "let go".

Drake grunts leaving Sabella. She quickly closes her shirt with her bra in between and enters into the dressing room. Drake turns his back and stares at his mother. "Don't give me that look son" Queen Elle says. "You need to take it slow with her" .Drake grunts.

Inside the dressing room Sabella flustered at the same time annoyed stares at her reflection in the mirror. "Couldn't he wait for the night time? I kept on telling him but he refused" she says agitatedly. She looks at her now swollen nipples and red blobs. "Such a beast" she murmurs. Arranging her self she wears a new set of clothes. She leave a the dressing room.

Seeing Drake converse with his mom she says "mom please join is for lunch " .

Queen Elle docks a Brow. She glance at Drake "you both haven't had lunch yet? "