Married Three Breeding Widow

Married Three Breeding Widow
46. Nyosor First

Juwita's face immediately hot, with the desire to step on Adji until he was flattered.


This guy barely expired why really bummer, anyway?


Juwita rebelled, trying hard to escape from Adji's embrace. But Adji instead pushed him to lie down, holding Juwita's hands over his head.


"Deliver!"


"Do you want to?"


"So!"


"Ah, time?" Adji shook Juwita's chin with his free hand. "You're sure."


"You what, anyway? Release, ah! He said he didn't want me to start! What's this called?"


"I'm just saying you won't start before you start. I'm not saying I don't want to be seduced."


Juwita glared, but her lips trembled faintly when she saw Adji blatantly sweeping a glance at her body.


Then the brengs*k, Adji took his phone on the table, still in a position to hold both hands Juwita over the head—lalu took his picture just like that.


"Mas!" yelled Juwita in shock.


"What's? I'm just taking pictures of my wife, can't I?"


"Mas, don't be kidding, ah! Not released?"


"dither. A little more." Adji takes her picture over and over again, constantly deliberately tilting to take a nice pose.


Not only that. He even took a photo of Juwita's chest, then jumped off the bed.


"Mas, remove the noose! Heh! Where are you going?!"


"Main himself. Got a wife doesn't want layanin because."


Juwita hurriedly runs over, snatching Adji's phone. But he locked his phone faster, which made Juwita unable to delete the photos.


Mana deliberately Adji clenched his hand when Juwita wanted to take his hand, unlock it with a fingerprint.


"Adji, seriously this! Remove hunt!"


He's even smiling. Because Juwita did not realize she was hugging him.


"Why the hell?" Adji tidied Juwita's hair that was tangled up from rolling over earlier. "Pretty really. My second wife's time wasn't pretty."


"Huh, bullshit. Apus churn!"


"Beautiful, really."


"God, lie!" Juwita tried to pull Adji's hand to give his fingerprints, but the man was stubbornly unwilling. "Yahoo! Akh, you mah!"


Adji chuckled to see Juwita getting grumpy.


"Sshhh, okay, okay. You calm down." Adji grabbed his face to look up, rubbing Juwita's cheeks with his thumb. "Look at me."


Adji deliberately linger his rubbing near Juwita's ears, staring fixedly at her honey-brown eyes.


Juwita's childish face could not be eliminated. He blinked at Adji, trying hard to resist the wrong behavior of increasingly intense strokes.


Adji knows very well he's actually tempted. Every now and then Juwita glanced at her lips involuntarily, then bit her own agitated lips.


So Adji deliberately lowered his head, pulled out his tongue as if ready to taste Juwita, and as soon as he let his guard down, Adji grabbed his phone, hurriedly left.


"AAAAKKHH!" Juwita throws a pillow at him full of emotion. "Mas, delete! You said okay!"


"Just say okay, don't say delete," elak Adji was full of messiness.


"MAS!"


"Udah, yeah. You go to sleep first. I want a solo."


Actually Adji already knew that Juwita would definitely not last too long.


So Adji was not surprised when he was about to close the door, Juwita came to pull his hand, on tiptoe kissed Adji first.


All Adji needs is that.


Just one of those early actions.


Because next is the pleasure of Adji ruffling Juwita from head to toe.


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