Forced to Marry a Geeky Girl
You're mine

"I want you."

Without waiting for Kenan's answer to silence his wife's mouth, his lips and tongue are so skillful at play.

Smelling the smell of alcohol filling Mana's nose, the woman was very sure if her husband had finished drinking.

"Ken, relax. I'm Shafana."

"I realize, you think I'm unconscious." Kenan memdengus in between his activities.

"You said I wasn't your type."

"Be quiet, even though you're not my type I'm still a grown man with testosterone that needs to be delivered."

"Let go, Ken how many times have you kissed me? If I'm your typical month you don't have to do this, I know you don't want me."

"I scolded you because I wanted you, even more than this." Kenan continued his activities, Shafana could not stand still, the woman who rebelled tried to escape from the power of the man above her.

"Depart, Ken!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You shut up, don't ruin my mood, I know you want this too."

"No, I'm not wheezing"

"Ahhh."*******it escaped her tiny mouth when Kenan accidentally squeezed her twin hills.

"Oh my God, Synthet, thick and supple, only this time I touched a very beautiful item." Inner Kenan continued to enjoy.

As fast as lightning Kenan opened his entire outfit. It was actually used by Shafana to run towards the door, several times Fana moved the door handle but did not open at all, it was unlucky that Kenan had locked it.

"Submit to me Mozaa, or I'll force you."

Shafana was increasingly trembling to hear Kenan's sentence what else was currently the man in an innocent state, his scepter upright defiantly with his head that resembled an army hat with a reddish tint.

Putting his inner body a little rough, Kenan now skillfully disarmed his wife, after everything was stripped away, The man kissed his wife so hotly that no place was left unturned at all, all bathed in the man's saliva. From the chest, stomach to groin did not escape the exploration of his lips.

"You're wet."

"Don't Ken!"

Fana inched backwards as Kenan brought her face closer to the lower area, but Kenan quickly restrained her thighs.

"Ken!"

Mana could not help her voice as Kenan drowned her lips at the base of her thighs, her tongue curled in the area dancing very agilely, one finger to please his wife. Until a few minutes passed, Fana puffed her chest she was on her knees and shook, her hands were busy brushing her hair.

"Kennan." The cry of relief accompanied his release, with breath still puffing Fana closed her eyes trying to regulate the taste.

"It's my turn now." Kenan puts himself at the center of his wife's core.

Shafana was only silent because she was still limp with the situation, Kenan patted hers several times on his wife's property.

"Prepare I will enter now" Kenan whispered hoarsely and bit his wife's ear until the woman below him screeched.

Kenan started to slowly push his.

"Akhh, it hurts I don't want to." Fana screamed because her body felt split.

"Ken let go, it hurts so much." Fana is still trying to escape with the rest of his energy.

"Silence, Mozaa, I'm doing it slowly, don't test me or I'll really hurt you."

"Akh." The two shouted at the same time, if Fana was yelling because of the pain, while Kenan shouted because he could not resist the pleasure.

Wearing up the body and smiling as he glanced downwards, a reddish liquid seeped from their unification. "You're mine." Fana was still crying because she still felt pain.

The man moves at a regular tempo and in the next minute he loses control of himself, Kenan does not pay attention to the screams for the sake of his wife's shout, he still enjoys his game until the morning.