Husband One Night
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Husband One Night 83

By Sept

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Not suitable for unmarried people. Attention... SKIPS

Jean was again agitated, only this time he had to give up in front of a man. Not because it was stronger, but because Rayyan was too experienced, making a Jean so intoxicated. Dead lice and cannot attack the opponent.

How not? After taking his crown, Rayyan now returns to maneuver. The man urged his body, throwing away the thick blanket that had originally become a shield for Jean. With his bare hands, Rayyan again paralyzed the tough woman.

Clique

Rayyan's hand tried to turn on the shower faucet. He wanted a different sensation, if they had fought on the bed. He wants something else now.

Rayyan let the bodies of the two be fed by water from above their bodies. Instead of being cold, their bodies still felt hot. There is a turmoil of the soul that cannot be quenched even though the water washes it.

Still under the swift rain-like water, the lips of the two continued to intertwine. Rayyan didn't let Jean off. He attacked Jean until she handed it all over to him.

[Suppose I've gone crazy because of you, Jean!]

Rayyan removed their link, the man gave a pause, so Jean could take some oxygen for a moment. He stared at the bright eyes with intense, a little red anyway because it was exposed to water. Dadaa Jean was also up and down, clearly and clearly visible.

"Wait here for a minute!" rayyan whispered softly in Jeandana's ear.

Jean nodded slowly, swallowing her saliva.

[Why am I silent? HOLY JEEZ! Since when have I become such a submissive? Ray! What have you done?]

Jean shook her head violently, she felt that she had been used by the mighty man.

CLAMPS

As soon as the door opened, Jean frowned. What else is Rayyan's plan? Why bring a chair to the bathroom greetings? Holy hooch!

With leisure Rayyan walked while lifting a chair, since then he went in and out forgetting his towel, making Rayyan become groggy-gandul-ngidul. LOL!

"Jean!" call Rayyan who is already sitting on the chair.

Jean grumbling. However, her feet still stepped closer to her husband. And as soon as it was close, Rayyan immediately grabbed Jeandana's body.

The man immediately pulled Jean, then made Jean sit on his lap.

[Young perverted! Ish ... This perverted man is now my husband?]

Jean hissed for feeling something stuck up as she sat on Rayyan's lap.

Rayyan's foundation was very totality without limits, he was unwilling to waste their bridal lunches. Let the bride's night pass, let the first night do nothing, Rayyan wants to make up for it now.

"Sttt!!!"

Rayyan managed to prank Jean back, just using her fingers, Jean was back bristling. The woman was already squirming with several intoxicating touch tricks.

"Rayy .. enough!" hiss Jeandana who felt his body weak because Rayyan's cradle that really made him crazy.

"I'm even just getting started!" whispered Rayyan teasing.

The man then twisted Jean's body until now the two stared at each other. Both their eyes met, and implied each other desire that began to stir.

"Do, Jean!" rayyan whispered a stamp on Jeandana's neck. His response was active again, playing things like squishy.

Can't stand being treated like that anymore, Jean goes according to her instincts. The woman now holds her husband. Yeah, Jean's got the wheel. He is leading now.

The woman went up and down while clutching Rayyan's hair, in addition to the pain she did also because of the gnawing of the men. Yes, Jean was upset because Rayyan had bullied herself until she went crazy with the man.

The longer, Jean accelerated the more he moved. Until Rayyan asked for mercy and hugged her body tightly.

"Jeeeeeeeeee!" Rayyan hissed calling out his wife's name. He held Jeandana's waist tight.

It seemed like Rayyan had reached the peak, until all her muscles stiffened and hugged Jean so strongly, the next second ...

Jean felt something else, something that stuck up that she was sitting on just now felt soft. Yeah, that gun's out of ammunition. Unconsciously Jean's lips were growing, he was laughing at the steamed eggplant that lost its charm. Seriate