My wife Canduku
is that love?

Inka rushed back to her room, passing by the workspace where Mario and Andreas were talking. Inca's body feels sticky. Since morning, he went straight to the kitchen, cooking and taking care of his sick mother-in-law.

Inka nourishes herself in the bath with aromatherapy that she likes.

"OMG, forgot to bring a change of clothes," Inka's grunts stared at the empty wardrobe in front of her because she had not had time to arrange the clothes she would wear there.

The Inca came out of the bathroom without a thread.Since Mario was also busy in the workspace with his father, making the Inca confident if there was no Mario in the room. The Inca walked into the wardrobe without turning right and left.

It turned out that Mario was sitting at the end of the bed, staring intensely at the body of his wife who was not wrapped in a single outfit.

"Your body always makes me stiff, In," muttered Mario smiling.

Mario stood up and approached his wife, but the Inca remained unaware of her existence. Old Inca stared at some clothes, choosing clothes that were suitable for him to wear.

"Aakaackhh...Hm..." Inka sighs, feeling Mario's lips tracing the area behind his neck.

Mario's hand did not stay still, his two hands continuously squeezed the twin mountains of Inca. Inca's body squeezed, she held on to the end of the closet to support her body.

"You teasing me.. hmm?" With a heavy voice and hunting breath, Mario stroked the Inca's hair and exposed it to the side, making himself free to continue to kiss the Inca's back body.

"Hm.. A. I thought you were still in the workspace with papa." The Inca bit her lower lip.

Mario turned his Inca body around, ****** those rannum lips, soft and increasingly demanding. Then it traced it to his neck and chest, while biting making red marks everywhere. The Inca received only every touch of her husband. Already no more rejection from the Inca, he realized by the words of Mario before, that their relationship is a symbiosis of mutualism. A mutually beneficial relationship, the Inca needed the power of Mario and Mario needed the Inca body. Although it is not denied there is a strong heartbeat both when making out. Not infrequently Inca also felt a strange swish, when Mario gave small attention. But the two do not realize what love is?

Now the two are in bed, giving and receiving each other pleasure with sweat because of the spirit. Mario was never satisfied with the Inca body, in addition to the service provided by the wife more and more extraordinary days. This is all Mario, the fierce Inca became bin*l like this.

They ended the union, after getting the release. Inca breathing was still panting, Mario was the same, he was drowning beside the Inca. Soon, Mario's hand grabs the Inca's body to hold it. Several times Mario dipped the head of the Inca. Mario could not interpret his feelings, he was so comfortable every time he hugged the Inca. Likewise, when he was hit by high levels of stress due to work, the Inca body was able to unravel the fatigue.

"Where is this made?" The Inca stroked Mario's right chest, clearly imprinted with tattoos adorning the chest area of the field, all the way to his shoulders.

The Inca had long wanted to ask this, but did not dare.

"In New Zealand" replied Mario.

"What is this picture?" Inca still groped Mario's chest.

"It's a Maori tattoo, which is a Maori tattoo, when I went to New Zealand with my old college friends."

"With Rey and Andre? Then they have this too?"

"Rey and Andre don't, only a few of us want to get tattooed, including me."

"But in our religion, this is not allowed." Inka bit her lip by looking at Mario's face.

"Hmm. yes I know, the first time my mom and dad saw this, they were angry. But what else, it's all happening."

"Definitely hurt when you made this?" said the Inca with her innocent face.

Mario smiled and raised his Inca chin, "You look fierce outside, but innocent inside."

"Huh..?" Inka returned Mario's gaze, but did not hear what Mario had said earlier.

"Kc.. You don't hear what I said?" Inka shook.

Then Mario pulled the Inca chin and mel*m*tnya, accompanied by a bite on the bottom of the Inca lip.

"Hmm. hurts." The Inca held her lower lip.

"That's a punishment for not hearing me talk."