MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Husband's Chat Wife That Beadang
"If I refuse, I will kiss you, what?" jiwo Ancam.
"Dare people?" cibir Alena underestimated.
Jiwo immediately grinned, without a second thought he immediately landed his lips on top of Alena's lips.
The cup!
Alena's eyes turned wide. He was completely silent with a heartbeat faster than usual. Jiwo took off his lips then looked at Alena's face with a triumphant smile.
"Mister!" screeched Alena while covering her mouth.
"Why?" ask Jiwo while he was grinning.
"Mister has stolen my first kiss!"
"Hahaha .." Jiwo's laughter exploded. "Well! Then I'm lucky to be the first? If the first lip, it means the other ..."
"Damn! Mister perverted."
Hahaha .. right, perverted as his own wife? Not wrong, huh?"
Alena just snorted and she was about to tilt her body but could not because part of her body was crushed by Jiwo's legs. Finally he was silent and resigned until the gaze of his eyes met with the eyes of the husband who had just looked at him while smiling.
"Mister, why do you keep looking at me?" alena asked, holding back the shame. Jiwo's smile widened and he kissed Alena with all his feelings until the woman felt very comfortable.
"Because you are beautiful, Dek," Jiwo replied after having her lips removed.
"Lied!"
"Really, Honey. I'm still surprised, you guys are why on beautiful really? Did you get kidnapped first, picked one by one?"
"Perhaps, Mister. What else is it, we want to be sold, it is natural that people are looking for beautiful. But before that time in exile, we knew each other, Mister. Just not as familiar now."
"Well, that's why I wonder why you guys are so beautiful."
They threw smiles at each other, for a moment their mouths fell silent. Only two pairs of eyes were staring at each other and admiring each other from within.
"Mister, can't her legs be lifted?" pinta Alena while continuing to move slowly to get rid of her husband's burly legs.
Instead of granting, Jiwo even chuckled softly, "No way. It's convenient."
"Later Mister hilaf loh," Alena replied. But Jiwo increasingly grinned and felt very anxious to see Alena's face.
Alena's forehead wrinkled with squinting eyes looking at her husband. "Did Mister forget? Didn't Mister himself forbid us not to think about conjugal relations?"
Jiwo smiled faintly. He lifted the leg that was resting on Alena's body and pulled her waist until their position changed. Jiwo hugged his wife from behind.
"To be honest, I feel a dilemma, Dek," said Jiwo opened the conversation again.
"Why dilemma?" alena asked with a frown. His eyes slightly glanced towards the back.
"As a man, of course I want to touch you. Are you my wife's wife and I have rights. But we don't know what's going to happen in the future. If we are fated to part, how do you continue to fate? I fear you will have trouble finding a companion because you have touched me. Then you will be considered a woman who is not right. That's what's always stuck in my mind, Dek. In addition, the person is still eyeing you, isn't it getting more confusing?"
Alena looks like a mangosteen. What my husband said has a point. The path of destiny is hard to guess. Now Alena understood her real husband's heart.
"Should have been, Mister talked about this to the others. Mister told us to be open, but Mister himself wasn't open to us. If Mister's open like this isn't good? Then you can find the same solution. We all love Mister, dear Mother. Here we find a family that protects us, wouldn't it be appropriate that we also give Mister what he's entitled to?"
Jiwo tightened his hand circle. He is also now more courageous to act first even if only limited to kissing his wife's neck.
"Sorry, Dek. Indirectly, I've been unfair to you. But is it true you're all ready to be touched by me, Dek?"
"Well, just yesterday morning has it been discussed? Even Mister who strictly forbids us not to think of such things."
"Hehehe .. Yeah, yeah? Yes, tomorrow we speak another language."
"Tomorrow Mister's off again?"
Yeah, I take care of the windows and everything else."
Alena nodded again and they fell silent like they were running out of talking materials. Their minds also ventured where, but they docked for the comfort that was present since.
"Sir," Jiwo re-opened his voice a moment later.
"Yes, Mister why?"
"What are you, Dek?"
"I? Meanin?"
"Yes you .. How are you? Touch it or not, Deck?"
The deg!
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