MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
How is There No Sound?

"Geez!"

A shrill voice sounded out from the mouth of a man. Though the new clock shows at two in the morning, but the man shows signs that the man woke up at this hour. Slowly the man's eyes opened and he was shocked when he saw something.

"Why the hell, honey?" the man asked as he saw the head of one of his wives moving up and down under the man's belly.

"With a cravings," answered the wife with her head looking up and grinning. Her tongue was outstretched licking the top of a stiffening object belonging to her husband.

"But it's dirty, honey. Lapasin, let me wash first."

"No ah, it's not good to wash. The smell of sweat is gone, not immediately. It's delicious this way."

"But it's dirty, honey. What will happen to our child?"

The wife immediately stopped her action. She took off the grip of the hand that was holding the trunk of her husband. He got up and went out of the room with his face on tap.

Suddenly Jiwo was shocked to see his wife named Arin suddenly stopped his action and he immediately left. Jiwo felt his wife was angry at that very moment. Jiwo knows Arin does most like to play his sweaty trunk with his mouth. But this time, Jiwo only wants to keep the woman and child he carries, so the suggestion that the trunk is washed first to be clean, even the wife looks angry.

When Jiwo saw the anger of his wife, he realized that the pregnant woman was more sensitive to his feelings. Jiwo sontak patted his own forehead and went to catch up with him. Drowsiness Jiwo contact alone immediately memghilang. Jiwo found his wife sitting in a multi-purpose room with her face bent. Jiwo approached and again thrust his trunk right in front of Arin's face.

"Eat it" said Jiwo.

"No want! He said he was afraid of our son why," Arin replied.

Jiwo immediately smiled and sat next to Arin. The woman turned her back on her husband, but Jiwo was not out of his mind, he hugged his wife's waist and kissed the woman's neck.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Mister's not wrong, why apologize?" arin Ketus replied.

"I'm sorry about my son, for just making his mother angry."

Jiwo returned to his smile. Jiwo realized, if he continued to reply to Arin's words then there would only be debate. Jiwo does not want to fight at this hour. Especially if his wife is pregnant. Jiwo did not want to make his wife angry. Jiwo's brain works. He was looking for a way to keep his wife from getting angry again.

It did not take long, Jiwo also found one way. He should be able to revive his wife's passion. Instantly he knew exactly where Arin's weakness was. Jiwo immediately kissed the nape of Arin's neck with tubes. Jiwo's heavy breathing makes Arin bergidig and Jiwo's treatment certainly arouses his desire. Jiwo took off his embrace and grabbed the wife's hand and directed her to hold Jiwo's trunk.

Succeeds. Jiwo cheered inwardly. Arin grasped his favorite thing. Not only gennggam, Arin even gave a massage and moved his hand to retreat. Jiwo continues to attack Arin by giving a kiss in the niche of his wife's neck.

"Your beloved is eating again?" whiskey Jiwo. Arin did not nod, but he did not shake his head either. Arin got down from the chair and squatted between two legs of Jiwo. He started sticking his tongue right at the end of his favorite thing. Slowly but surely, Arin devoured the object that always made him float high in the clouds to present the seed that now resides in his womb.

"Akhh .. akh ..." Rintih Jiwo. He sat down. His eyes keep watching his wife's head movements are always excited if enjoying his objects with his mouth. Occasionally Jiwo's hand presses Arin's head so that his belongings go all into the mouth.

"Enough, Honey. Now take off your shirt, she's been visiting our son, baby," Arin smiled broadly at her husband's words. He immediately sat back on top of the sofa-class loveseat. Quickly, Jiwo unfastened everything that was attached to the wife's body.

After all the clothes were removed, Jiwo put his wife on the sofa and spread his legs. Before entering, Jiwo brought his mouth closer to the wife's stomach.

"Darling, I'm going to see you tonight. Later if Dad spits, you don't get angry huh? It was Father's spit that was affectionate for the father's son," Arin again smiled hearing that. Dusapnya Jiwo hair with full softness.

After kissing Arin's stomach, Jiwo straightened his body and began to hold objects that had been very stiff. The stiffening object was swiped into the lip of Arin's delicious hole, after which Jiwo began to enter it slowly.

"Acci ..."

All in without rest. Jiwo was silent for a moment to give a sense of comfort and then shortly after that Jiwo's waist moved back and forth slowly. After a few minutes passed when the shoving was in progress.

"Mister, how come there's no plok, plok, plok?"

"Let our children not be disturbed, dear. Pity him if his parents are noisy."

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