Dream Crack
IS165. Candid persuasion
"Kiss again! Difference knows!!" Canda banished her husband's lips from disturbing her neck.
"His jealousy makes n****." Givan hugged his wife tightly. He smiled amusedly, swiping his cheek on his wife's cheek.
"Yes yes! If ng***g is only, near legitimate." Canda patted her husband's eel in annoyance.
Givan wanted to be angry, because his wife was disrespectful. However, when he saw Canda's face, he laughed loosely.
"Yes dong, reward. Time to fornicate?" Givan kissed his wife's cheek again.
"ah! Don't want me, get uncomfortable!" Canda pretended to reject her husband's invitation.
"You imagine the difference being me, Canda. Just imagine a little. Where, you're bothering me who's working the report check. You bother me, who again gives attention to the child. You're bothering me, who's good at sleeping. One more thing, you're bothering me that's good at watching football. But I'm quiet, I'm lazy to complain because it's good to be eliminated by the wife. Try if you're worried that I'm fit not to wear clothes. Uhh, this steady body of processed mechanical reliable." Givan directly positioned himself on top of his wife's body.
He bared his teeth so white because of the venner, then he raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Ngapain anyway?" Canda held her husband's face closer. In fact, she could not help but laugh at the sometimes adorable face of her husband.
"Ngajakin anu." Givan held back parts of his body, so as not to overlap his wife's convex belly.
"No, Mom." The joke covered his face.
"You ah, time does not want. Sok said, what style do you want? I'm ready, what matters is that you're comfortable." Givan threw out his wife's hand that covered his face.
"You're on**** until you exit."
Givan directly fused his brows. "The thing is you're weak when you get out. After that you immediately said it was drowsy right, a flick of his movement. I'm***but I didn't get out." Givan straightened his back, preparing to reveal his wife's night dress.
"No." Canda looks disappointed, when her husband does not want to obey her.
"This is...." Givan is still considering it. He was ready in his position, with the Canda dress that had gone up to the stomach.
"What's? I want that cake, I've never. First and last, I'm so much the same bang Daeng." Canda drew the example she once did with her ex-husband.
Givan was always upset by himself, every time his wife pulled the name of someone who was gone. Wanting to be angry, he was confused to be angry at whom. Because obviously, Nalendra is gone.
"Eventually as I am the pokonya, you can be first with her. I**** in the beginning, we keep playing. If you want to get out, I'll come down again. Let's be equally fair, so that later we can all get out." Givan offered him the choice he thought was the fairest.
"Don't you be disgusted?" Canda understood, if they had clashed then the point was to emit a distinctive smell from their battle.
"No, why disgust?" Givan immediately lowered his back.
Canda suddenly remembered, for his madness outside of marriage with Nalendra. He could not resist, as Nalendra gave him an intoxicating sweep. He was also made a place of friction that Nalendra gave to his thighs.
In enjoying her husband's sweep, she continued to imagine her madness first. He immediately demanded marriage, when Nalendra trained him to defend himself, when there was someone who wanted to court him.
"Where do you sound, Canda? Am I really?" Givan straightened his back, realizing that his wife was not responding to the sweep he was giving.
Canda looked straight at her husband. "Buck...." Canda's voice hung, he was confused as to what to say. Meanwhile, her husband's face was flat.
He was still, still moving and waiting for Canda's response. In fact, Canda still did not respond even though he did not reject his movements.
Givan got up from his wife's body. He put his stake back into place, with him straight fixing his slightly sagging pants.
"Lazy me if you don't respond like this, Canda! How many times have I told you that it wasn't good, it wasn't silent, Canda! I'm offended!!" Givan said thunderously, by stepping into the bathroom.
Canda sat in the middle of his bed. He could only watch the bathroom door close.
She did not understand, apparently her husband was very sensitive. He accidentally remembered the memories, but apparently Givan could not tolerate anything if Canda had offended him.
Givan came out of his bathroom, with a wet face. He immediately laid his body on the left side of the bed, with his back to his wife who was still sitting on the bed.
Canda fixed his already irregular dress. "Mas won't continue?" She was not good at persuading her husband, if he had been quiet like this.
Givan did not answer, he tried to close his eyes in the middle of the throbbing of his head up and down. He does not want to continue, if he has been overwhelmed with emotions like this. He worried about losing control, then gave a little harsh treatment to his wife who had trauma.
"Buck...." Canda rubbed her husband's arm.
Givan still didn't respond. He is quite inferior and hesitant, if Canda often does not respond to his gifts that he does with a sincere heart. If it wasn't Canda, he would never have lowered his head to get there.
He admitted, since long ago he was not a person who is good at giving satisfaction. He only knows how to satisfy himself. But he wanted to study and try for his wife.
But sometimes, Canda's silent response makes him think that his treatment does not provide pleasure. She repeatedly asked Canda to say, if indeed Canda felt less about her husband's treatment. Then, tell her the correct point that Canda wants to get from her husband. Not even silence, with a wandering mind. That hurt Givan's ego.
"Mas, how am I guaranteed? I can't sleep if Mas keeps going there." Canda watched her husband, so that Givan would turn to him.
"Buck...." Canda touched her husband's arm.
"Wash out!" That's all Givan said.
He kept his back to Canda, with his eyes closed tightly. He still wanted, even though he had a lot of cold water poured into that point. However, he did not want to get a bad response from his wife back. He's always insecure, he's always like this, when Canda doesn't respond to his treatment.
Jenny is back from the bathroom. She still wished her husband could hug her tonight, as it was clear she could not sleep without her husband's embrace.
"Mas Givan.
She sniffed the scent of her husband, trying to find comfort for his sleep.
"Mas, I'm sorry, Mas. Don't shut up, I love you. Where is my fault? How do you fuck?" Canda actually understood, that her husband was angry because he did not get his voice or his hand support to touch the hand of her husband who was in his lower abdomen.
"Oh God, Mas Givan. Let's repeat again, don't get mad dong." Canda still trying to persuade her husband so that tonight he get her husband's embrace. Because it feels different when hugged, or hugged. Canda wanted a hug, not her own to hug her husband.
"I'm on top. Alternate, it's my turn that*** Mas deh," Canda persuaded that immediately thought by Givan.
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