MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
You're Making me Crazy
"Gohh!"
A man's voice rang out from inside the room of a house. Though the day had just changed the night, but the man had just woken up from his nap.
It was only natural that the man slept too well, because from today on, he had to get up early to take his wife to market. As long as the man has not sold himself, the task is to take the wives and also participate in sales in the market.
The man slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall which showed six o'clock over forty minutes. The man got up and stretched his hand. Unlike usual if the night she wore a sarong, this time she was reluctant to change clothes and immediately went out of the room.
"What are you guys doing anyway?" screeched at the man with round eyes as he looked at his wife who was gathering in the living room. What shocked the man was that all thirteen of his wives were wearing only breastplates and holes under their bellies, without lining them with negligee or other clothing.
"Eh our husband is awake, here Mister is sitting," said one of his wives, pulling the husband's hand and sitting him in a long chair.
"Why are you wearing clothes like that? Is it cold?" asked the man while looking at his wife one by one.
"People are hot, Mister. Hot," I'm one of the man's wives.
Jiwo seemed to shake his head a few times. "You guys, there's only one behavior. If anyone sees how? I don't want your body to be seen by others."
"No way, Mister, the door is locked and the living room lights are also turned off."
"Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"Yes, Mister. I want to take on a husband."
"Yes, Mister. Last birthday party felt less so we want to party again."
"God! You guys are really naughty, aren't you?" the wives laughed together.
"Mister, that speaker in the room, out? Make music?"
"Get out, don't be hard but turn around, not good with the neighbors."
"Ready!"
As always, every Jiwo eats, there will definitely be one accompanying him at the dining table. Different if Jiwo wants to eat in the living room.
"Are you not tired? Added tomorrow too, right, you guys have to sell?" ask mister between enjoying the dishes presented in front of him.
"Mister take it easy, everything has been arranged well by us," replied Alifa while picking out the aci.
Jiwo only nodded his head a few times as soon as he heard the reply from Alifa. Jiwo realized his wife was a good planner so he was sure that everything would go well.
As soon as the disco music was heard, the wives started on an irregular jog, making the only man there, only shaking his head. After finishing eating, Jiwo's hands are held and placed on a chair to enjoy the sexy tarin dance of his wives.
Jiwo really could not say the word watching the treats of his thirteen wives. She is like a woman surrounded by beautiful women and they want to satisfy the woman.
"You're really flirting, honey. For a long time I could not stand it like this," complained Jiwo after sipping his cigarette.
"Hold dong, Mister, it's also at this hour."
"How can you stand when faced with your sexy body, whether you are halal. The driver immediately tancap."
"Please my husband, honey, are all these delicious holes for just one Mister. It's drunk first, it's strong, let Mister bite."
"Haiss."
The compact wives chuckled at the husband who was already very agitated. Jiwo increasingly feel the turmoil of desire that continues to rise, when his wives in sexy style one by one remove the fabric that sticks while moving his body through the contortion. Jiwo downed the herbs from his wife until it ran out. After that he again enjoyed the performance of his thirteen wives with hands that began to wander every body of the approaching wife.
One by one in a seductive style, the wives of Jiwo sat on the man's lap, there were also those who thrust the twin hills and various movements that would be very tempting to their husbands.
Because he was unable to resist the desire, Jiwo immediately attacked every wife who offered himself. Some of his wives are also there to help the husband take off his warm pants until the beloved object of the husband detached from the nest and moved swinging swinging with maximum tension.
"You are really driving me crazy!"
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