A TASTE (YOONA AZZURA)
A TASTE OF 23~FREQUITED
Yoona POVs...
"I know I was wrong, sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, please don't do this.. I'm begging... Hiks.." I begged my husband to stop his activities, no... I was not strong anymore, my eyes were twitching like my whole bones would be broken, I closed my eyes I felt like I was going to faint, I no longer made a sound when Afgan jerked his hips in a tubi, I felt like I was going to faint, my body was weak until I was unconscious.
Yoona POV..
"Hey!!! Wake Yoo... Wake up I said" Afgan said as he stomped his hips nonstop. He quickly ramped up his wife hoping his wife would wake up but did not.. Yoona hasn't woken up yet.
"Am I too rude." The monologue he still continued his activities in tubes.
Braaakk...
The door opened wide Afgan looked back, showing his mother on the doorstep.
" Gan... What are you doing Hah!!"
He saw his son-in-law not moving under his son's hut.
He approached his son and pulled him down from Yoona's body.
"What are you doing." cried Mama echoing.
"Nothing, I just taught him a lesson" Afgan said lightly while wearing his shorts.
Mama approaches her daughter-in-law she stroked Yoona's cheeks and allowed a blanket to cover her innocent body.
Mama pulled Afgan out of her room, she sat her son in the living room chair.
" what did you do to Mama's daughter-in-law hah!! "Shouted Mom Afghan
The day is still fairly early in the morning but the drama of the squabble between the child and the mother has warmed up.
Afgan stared intently at his mother.
" he's the one Mama should ask... Why did he betray me. " said Afgan a little higher
"What do you mean" cried Mama.
"He married again.. She is married to Marchel. What kind of a woman is she.. Huh!! " said Afgan to his mother.
Mama was already in tears, it turned out that her daughter-in-law told her everything. He could not imagine how ill his son-in-law was being abused by his own son.
"why did this happen to me... Why!!! I can't imagine Yoona doing that to me. Hix... GROUNDWORK... BITCH.." cried Afgan to his Mama
Plaakkkp...
A hard slap fell on Afgan's cheek he turned his head when Mama's slap so hard touched his cheek, he held his cheek and turned to see Mama had ignited his anger.
"You who don't know yourself... You are the fool.. What kind of husband are you so you can't obey Yoona's will first." Mama's voice slightly raised.
" he who is shameless, so long as he caresses he peddles his body with another man." Afgan not less high.
Plaque...
One hard slap switched on the right cheek of Afgan
" if you listen to your wife first, surely this is not all happening.you understand!!! " Mama Afghan
"If you don't get into an accident, your wife will still be yours... Mama willing her to be someone else's wife" said Mama, she slumped on the floor, Afgan align her body with her Mama.
"Why did Mama defend that cheap woman, Huh!! Mama didn't see your own son being betrayed by her.. Huh!! Unaware Afgan yells at Mama.
" you who do not know yourself Afgan... If Yoona doesn't remarry maybe you'll be the undead until now" Mama said
"W-what!! " the word Afgan is still digesting the words of his mother.
The story began to flow Mama told from the beginning of the problem, word for word out of her mother's mouth. Until finally, the Afgan realize everything.
Afghan POV...
I still faithfully hear Mama's story, Mama rubs her tears, I bow my head when Mama looks at me sharply, oh no.. This can't be happening. My wife's... My wife's... Her.. Save me this way.
As I realized my wife's condition, I got up and ran to my room leaving Mama still sobbing in the living room.
"Yoo... Yoona's sorry." I said as I raised my wife's unconscious head.
"Darling... Excuse me. Excuse me.. I'm sorry" I said as I stroked my wife's messy hair in my arms
I put him to bed again and took the wind oil in my closet.
I close the oil to my wife's nose, she squirms slightly tilting her head to the left and to the right slowly.
I patted my wife's cheek
"Ughhh." Yoona heard meekly, slowly Yoona blinked her eyes until her eyes opened.
My eyes met and stared for a while until I finally decided to embrace the innocent body of my wife who was lying down.
"Darling... Forgive me. "I said by leaning my chin on the top of my wife's head.
"I should be the one apologizing... I'm sorry I betrayed you " Yoona said softly as she stroked my back.
"No.. You're not wrong.. I was wrong. Please forgive me, and thank you for everything." I said
"Hm.. " Yoona nodded slowly, and took off her embrace.
The POV end...
"Ep... Which.. I'm going to the bathroom" said Yoona and stood up
"Oh.. Shhsttt... Sakiitt.." he sizzled as he stood beside his bed while clasping his legs together.
"Yes... Wh why? You're kind.. Let me anter " said Afgan then carried his wife to the bathroom, he sat his wife on a toilet seat, he squatted down and slowly opened both feet Yoona.
"Yaangg" said Yoona while holding Afghan shoulders.
"Hm.." Afghans
"Don't... " Yoona felt embarrassed like this
"I just, just check it. Let me make sure everything is still safe" Afgan said as he stared at the two legs that slowly opened with his encouragement.
"Yinan.. Ih " said Yoona while covering her groin with both hands
Afgan smiled amusedly when she saw Yoona acting like this, she put away Yoona's hand that covered her sensitive area.
Afgan kissed a glimpse of the surface V belonging to his wife.
"Emh... "Sighs Yoona, Afgan swept his tongue across his sensitive area his wife made Yoona sighs more and more unruffled, occasionally he bit his lower lip when powerless to stem his sigh.
"It turns out it can still be used " said Afgan while wiping the corner of his lips due to the liquid that came out of his wife's property.
Afgan take off his clothes that only wear shorts only.
Yoona knew what her husband meant. "slowly yang.. Don't be rude my rough is still sick" Yoona warned her husband.
And finally they both performed their worship until the end of the day.. This short-term shower turns into two hours more when this newlywed couple unites their bodies.
Yoona came out of the bathroom wearing a towel that was only half her thigh.
A small towel was wrapped around his wet head.
He took his clothes in the closet. He took off the wrapped towel on his body slowly he opened the towel.
As fast as lightning he turned his body as a large hand pulled his arm.
He looked up when he saw the clothes in front of his eyes now.
No!! Not Afghan but Marchel. He widened his eyes when he saw Marchel grinning, the reflex he was covering his chest by crossing both hands.
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