MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Syahdu night
"Still sick?"
"A little, a little sore."
"What's wrong, it will also disappear when it's massaged."
The wife just smiled. His eyes occasionally closed enjoying a gentle massage of the husband's hands on the lower part of his stomach. Only this time the woman felt a very extraordinary pleasure even though the pleasure was started by tremendous pain as well.
It is natural that the pain is there, what else for the woman whose crown is still awake. The hall was also felt by a woman who is now better known by the name Andin. Though it has been a month she became the wife of a man, but only the time she felt the pleasure of sharing sweat, sharing lips, sharing lips, and the two objects of human pride that are located under the stomach of women and men.
As for the husband, this was not the first night for him, but this was his last wife who willingly gave up something precious for herself like any other wife. The husband whose name was on the rise never expected to get the chance to enjoy thirteen crowns belonging to beautiful women without him having to be a bad man or a striped man.
Jiwo's burly fingers still gently massaged the hole favoring his wife as his eyes continued to look at Andin's face which was staring at the sky sky. Jiwo lips forward then kissed his wife's cheek then down and sip one of the twin hills are very tempting.
"Mister likes the same chest?" andin said while looking at the head of the husband who was like a thirsty baby.
"Depending, dear," Jiwo replied as her lips slipped from the twin hills and her head returned to where she had originally been lying.
"Why depends?" asked the wife with a frown and looked at her husband.
"If my wife's breast is yes I like, if not yes it means not like," replied Jiwo origin.
Andin's lips immediately throbbed. "Well, surely if you look at a beautiful woman as well where is her mind, what am I?"
"Hahaha .. ya don't," Jiwo dodged. "My wife is all pretty, why think of other girls? Sometimes I don't think so, like a dream."
"I don't know how?"
"I didn't know I could have you. I'm all pretty, well, getting along, not selfish. Sometimes I'm afraid that I can't be fair to you. That's why I always ask you, we have to be open so I know your complaint and I can fix it."
A smile spread on Andin's lips. The woman shifted the body and put it on the body of the husband. "Maybe because Mister was a good man, so God gave our wives fortune. Even we're willing to stay here rather than go back to our country, because we don't want to get away from a man as good as Mister."
Jiwo immediately smiled and rubbed Andin's head gently. "You can only praise, my dear."
"Well, but it's reality. If it's not real, how could we possibly survive with Mister?"
"Dear, yes, thank you?"
The two close each other to channel the happiness they feel. For a moment they were silent like they were running out of talk. Their eyes were closed but the drowsiness had not yet come. The clock on the new wall shows ten o'clock in the evening less than twenty minutes.
"Tomorrow I thought there was another surprise, huh, Mister?"
"I don't know, I hope there's a good surprise."
"Maybe if we sell it will be very crowded?"
"Hopefully, honey. The news has a good impact on our lives."
"Keep, Mister want to throw out the news that defames Mister?"
"The driver is like that, honey, but later when the business is done, then act."
"I don't think there's anyone that Mister suspects?"
"Yes, but let it go first. The important thing now is that netizens know who's right, so I'm not too worried."
"Good," said Andin, tightening his arms. Jiwo did the same.
Back, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Andin whose head was on the husband's chest, his eyes looked at the shrinking object under the belly of her husband. Andin smiled feeling anxious, then his hand moved to grab the object.
"What are you doing, honey?" jiwo asked who gasped in shock when he felt there was a hand holding his wife's favorite object.
"Pengin saw him grow up, Mister," Andin replied as he moved his hand up and down.
"If she grows up, you have to take responsibility if she asks to come in again."
Andin instead answered but she shifted her head towards the bottom of her husband's belly. At first Jiwo was stunned then he smiled as he felt his tongue clinging to an object that slowly but surely began to bulge and stiffen. Jiwo had shook his head because he did not expect Andin to play with his mouth with his stiffening object, and now Jiwo really enjoyed it and prepared himself to do the second round.
"Aaaaakkhhh ..."
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