Hurt Wife
Chapter 18

"What happened?''

"Papa's sick and I'm afraid that knowing about Mila is making papa drop even more,"

The young man took a long breath. Back to the beginning. Inspiration really must be patient to face Sitha.

"Don't think about it, we go first" said Ilham in the end, the young man no longer wanted to force Sitha to strengthen their relationship. Let it flow as it is.

Inspiration wants to focus first on the work given by his father, and begins to approach his parents in order to accept Sitha.

Inspiration kissed Sitha's lips affectionately, that gentle kiss momentarily becoming a wild kiss. Ilham's Tounge entered into Sitha's mouth and interlaced with the woman's tounge. Sitha tucked the fingers between the dense black hair of Ilham while her chest had been pounding hard.

Sitha sighed as the young man removed his lips to walk down his jaw. The woman raised her head and gave Ilham access to kiss her neck.

The young man directly smashed into Sitha's neck which made her breathless as well as sending out wetness for dedek. Inspiration dipped quickly at Sitha's neck as if wanting to ease the heat she made there before the young man's teeth went back to torturing favors.

Ilham's hand moved to the top button of the woman's blouse and rolled it one by one, the young man's mouth following the path made by his fingers, exposing little by little Sitha's beautiful skin to reveal it all. The hand of Inspiration immediately put away that and stopped at that tempting mountain. Sitha flinched as Ilham's index finger skimmed there while the young man's eyes stared at Sitha.

"Beautiful....''

Hearing the words of Inspiration made Sitha instantly feel the turmoil in her chest. Passion floods him until it feels more and more moist.

The burning gaze of Inspiration increasingly made the woman feel a pulse in the grandpa. The hand of Inspiration squeezes and caresses the mountain lovingly. The young man's breath was felt on Mount Sitha as Ilham lowered his head toward the plump mountain. The woman could not stand it anymore, moved restlessly and gripped the hair of Ilham tighter while thrusting the buxom mountain.

"Come, Ham....'' Sitha slightly sighed with her head moving restlessly.

Inspiration immediately grabbed the purplish pink little one who was already fully challenging. The sensation of Ilham's sipping mouth made Sitha groan, the woman clenched her head tightly like she was holding a baby while the sound of Ilham's sneering made Sitha feel her stomach twitch.

Then Ilham's tounge began to tease the sensitive purplish little red, sipping and circling its dark aerola. Sitha's back was raised higher when pleasure hit his body especially when the mouth of Ilham increasingly actively moved.

Sitha's chest thumped violently as she felt the mouth of Ilham toying and biting a little before sipping again. The young man's hand also did not stay him, participated in exercising there, rubbing and pinching the little guy. Sitha's flow of passion is accelerating. His mind was clouded and he began to tremble when Ilham had sipped so hard that the woman sighed loudly when the peak wave of his pleasure arrived making Sitha flabbergasted in disbelief.

The woman reached her peak with just a kiss, a suction and a game of Inspiration in the plump two duren.

Sitha leaned weakly, while Ilham felt satisfied when he could give pleasure to the woman he loved.

Ilham flinched backwards when Sitha suddenly knelt in front of him. Sitha wanted to get up and run away from Ilham, but half of her body urged her to stay in place. Sitha's eyes looked up to see Inspiration.

"Darling, what are you doing?'' ask a slightly surprised inspiration.

Sensing his chest pounding, the young man seemed confused by what was happening. While Sitha who was kneeling in front of Ilham was already half-dead embarrassed and her face was already flushed like a ripe tomato.

"Ooh, Sitha!" sigh Ilham finally understood what Sitha was doing.

"You don't have to---"

"I want to, Ham," Sitha cut insisting with her decision.

"Are you sure deng--"

Before Ilham finished his sentence, Sitha again stopped him by already moving her hand. With a slight tremble, Sitha fingers to lower the one charged with Inspiration. Sitha took a sip of her saliva and calmed the pounding of her already-unfortunate heart.

Throughout her marriage to Reza, though she never wanted to do this with her husband and now with Inspiration, the woman did it for the first time.

Both Sitha and Ilham held their breath. There was the sound of Ilham's voice when the young man helped Sitha to bring down what she was wearing. Scent Ilham invaded Sitha's sense of smell instantly. The woman inhaled deeply, letting her brain tumble and her heart beat faster.

"You can kill me, dear," Sitha could hear the hiss of the sound of Inspiration and it was like encouraging her.

Sitha arranged the position to hold the pulse that was entrenched in the middle of her body, while she felt the purplish-red little twins responding stiffly.

For a moment, Sitha hesitated. He had seen the jun before, but seeing his size from such a close distance made the woman waver and tremble. Is his mouth able to load that big jun? But the desire to feel the jun can no longer be resisted by Sitha. Like the inspiration that often makes itself out of control. This once, Sitha wanted to have that control in her hands.

Sitha began to tremble as she brought her face closer and began to stick out the turunge, moving slowly by stroking it, sensing the jun for the first time. Inspiration hissed back Sitha pressed a little stronger. The young man's Scent could not be described precisely. The Masculinity of Inspiration surrounded him as well as the fragrance of the young man's body that teased, mingled, mixed into one. The money is so manly. Sitha's eyes moved to stare at Ilham as she directed her mouth to the jun and kissed him gently.

Inspiration may lose its balance if only he did not quickly hold on to the counter. Sitha again heard the hissing sound of Ilham half-coughing and saw the pleasure on the expression of the young man who was shrinking fully focused on Sitha.

Sitha raised her hand and began stroking and stroking the jun with gentleness and led her in to her ready mouth. Si Jun filled the woman's mouth, salty and seductive. Voraciously, Sitha pounced on him quickly especially when she heard the moans of Inspiration, she moved deeper and deeper, letting her mouth wrap around the jun more tightly. Do it even deeper. Instinctively, Sitha started to snack and sip on it.

"Ooh! Hemp! Shhhhh...."