MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
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"He was disgusted, he didn't take a shower, he didn't want to stop smelling my underarm, Dek," Jiwo told Arin, who was busy inhaling the scent of her husband's armpit hair.
"Yes it's wrong, try Mister's bath. There's no way dong I stick like gini," reply Arin did not want to lose.
Jiwo can only snort while mumbling, "essential woman, do not want to lose to men."
Arin kept doing the act. Enthusiastically, she continued to inhale the sour scent that came out from her husband's body. Arin is also almost the same as other women, she is disgusted by the smell of men. But that was before I knew Jiwo. Now, from tonight, the dimpled woman on her left cheek became infatuated with her husband's body odor.
All of that was the result of curiosity when Arin heard the story of Jiwo's other wife about the pleasure of smelling the smell of her husband's armpits that day did not shower. The disgust that had been more domineering, turned into a passionate curiosity. And that curiosity has now been manifested since a few minutes ago.
"What smell doesn't end, Dek? How did you keep sticking?" cerca Jiwo who was astonished.
"No, it's still delicious. Wh why? Mister tired?" Arin asked without looking at her husband. Her current position, Arin sat on Jiwo's stomach while leaning her body towards her husband.
"Not really. Wonderful, ngehirup the smell of his armpits kayak in that so? Is my body smell that good? Why are you all so fond of?"
Arin stopped his activities. She then lay on her husband's body. "You don't know, the name likes it from the heart, Mister. Maybe Mister's armpit smell is one of Mister's specials so the wives are on like."
"Hahaha .. special? Kayak martabak aja, Dek, use special everything," Jiwo replied while removing his hand pads and the hand moved, circular on Arin's back.
"Well if it's not special, what's dong's name?" arin asked, but Jiwo only shook his head as a sign he did not know the answer while commenting on a smile. "But! Smile a smile."
"Dec, the shirt was opened anyway? I only wear sarong doang but you still wear negligee anyway?" jiwo Protest.
"No way, cold" Arin refused, laying his head on her husband's chest.
"Well, will I be the warm one? Udah anyway, open the chipset," urged Jiwo impatient.
"Emang if opened to do the hell?"
"Udah, now here, dear," Jiwo said while giving a code for Arin to go back to sleep on his chest with a prone position. Again Arin resigned and obeyed him. "Well, this is good."
Jiwo smiled happily, while Arin only snorted annoyed even though he actually liked such a position. Both bodies were plain, there was only a sheet of blankets peppering half of their bodies.
"Mister said he wanted to change his sleep schedule? How has it not been done yet?" Arin asked as his right hand finger played in the armpits of the husband.
"Patience, Honey. Everyone has not felt the first night. Let's be fair," Jiwo replied with his eyes closed enjoying the small friction friction of Arin's body.
"How many people live? Which Mister hasn't touched?"
"Live one, dear. Why anyway? What have you entered?"
"Yes, but don't know when it came in? From earlier invited to chat continue, kirain asked to open his shirt because he wanted to enter, uh even just told to lie down doang."
For a moment Jiwo frowned at the words of the wife who was feeling upset. But not long after that he chuckled and punched his wife's nose.
"Ouch! Sick, Mister!" screech Arin while rubbing his nose.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were in? Should have said, so no need to waste time."
"Know ah! Sebel! In fact, it is not very sensitive. I'm quick to enter, it's been twitching from earlier."
"Hahaha .. ready, my dear." Jiwo's laughter is getting louder. Instead of later the wife later added rambok, Jiwo took the initiative directly to take action by turning the situation into Jiwo was on top, limiting his wife's body. Without permission and without ado, Jiwo immediately lifted his lips to the wife's neck to arouse his wife's desire.
"Aaaaakhs! Finally the rations were entered again by the gallant and mighty object of Mister," Arin muttered happily.
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