Nanny Young Master Genius
Chapter 131 - Getting used to Each Other
Bismilahirohmanirohim, the inner Reza, said basmalah once again in his heart.
Before he finally began to erode the distance and reach the lips of the wife so gently.
Reza smeared it carefully, like eating ice cream so as not to be damaged.
While Ajeng immediately closed his eyes tightly, feeling his body rustling and suddenly stiff.
Ajeng was only able to clench his own two hands to withstand all the almost arousing desires.
A gentle touch that made it seem like it was soaring into the seventh sky.
Uh! lenguh Ajeng involuntarily, that melodious voice seemed to escape by itself from his mouth. While Reza continued to bully until he managed to dip his tongue in deeper.
Ahk! the little sigh escaped again.
I swear, Ajeng did not plan it. His insistence came out on his own without him commanding. So washed away in the kiss, she did not realize when Reza began to take off her nightshirt buttons.
Consciously, his clothes were already open. Cold AC directly hit the skin that is not covered with clothes.
Her face was already red.
When Reza releases their kiss and returns to take some distance.
He looked back at his body that was ready to be made plain.
"I'm off?" reza asked with his heavy voice, pointing at the black bra worn by his wife.
Ajeng was only able to nod, a sin until he refused.
As Reza's hand slipped down his back, Ajeng puffed the chest, giving the husband an opening that made it easier to remove the hook.
Until finally Reza threw away the bra in any direction.
Shows his crazy chest with a stiffened end.
Ahk! Desaah Ajeng, escaped again when finally mas Reza stoned one of his dads. While his other hand was reverberating more strongly.
Ajeng Village is getting stronger, fortunately this room has been installed soundproof. If not, we can be sure everyone will hear the sound of the merdunya.
Between all those touches, they occasionally look at each other. Both staring lovingly and ready to start everything.
The light that looks bright in this room, further adds to the impression of heat.
Ajeng even let out a small scream as he looked at the innocent body of papa Reza, the checkered dadda and such a huge weapon ready to attack him.
"Mass," said Ajeng, his legs were bent and wide open, while papa Reza was in his position ready to stab.
"I'll slow down, baby" Reza replied.
After Ajeng closed his eyes again, his mouth gaping when he felt something down there began to try to break into it.
And whether tested, finally the weapon tumpul was entered perfectly. Entry fully.
Ahk! pekik Ajeng's.
Papa Reza was silent for a moment, getting used to this union. You both feel incredible things.
Reza is clamped with great pleasure, while Ajeng feels so stuck but long ago makes it addictive.
At first it was sick, but it was undeniable that she wanted her husband to start moving.
"Ayoh Mas, I'm ready," said Ajeng among his voice that began to pant.
Reza didn't waste the opportunity to start moving in and out.
And that second was also the rush of Ajeng so more and more often out. Ahk ahk ahk ahk, according to the rhythm of Reza's movement.
Like a song that makes Reza so increasingly beriberas enjoy the sweetness of the wife's body.