Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
Why am I disappointed?

The atmosphere is still foggy with the morning dew flying attached to the leaves and curtains of the room that are open all night. Unknowingly, time went back as usual watching two human beings who were deep on the bed there wrapped in a thick blanket covering his innocent body.

The faces of both look loose and tired because they spend time sharing the night and warm body tempestuous.

"Emmm..Kay!" muttered Whuang raved in her sleep immersing a pretty face in the cleavage of the Male Dragon's muscular field.

"Kay! you're a big man. hm?"

Whuang made a burly body that hugged him an essential sleep bolster. He sniffed the chest of the field and then dipped it properly on Kay to make Daychi squirm.

"Kay! don't move." Whuang muttered then raised his leg high and...

Bugh....

"Aaaass!!!!" daychi's screams made Whuang wake up from her sleep.

"I..Ichi!" anxious Whuang saw Daychi curled up his lower part which was painful and aching due to the shock of Whuang's leg.

"You want to kill me. ha????" daychi snapped with a red pillow face and very sexy disheveled hair.

"A...M.sorry.I was not on purpose." - Whuang was full of guilt seeing Daychi closed his eyes still trying to relieve the pain. His mighty weapon early in the morning instead of getting a caress even a terrible blow.

"Shitt. if anything happens to her, I'll chop off your head."

"A.. Why are you angry with me? I. I told you by accident." Whuang did not want to lose and was blamed.

"You still don't admit wrong? you are really. ha!!!" geram Daychi riding apoplexy. His valuable assets were only kicked this time, even though he was always in the puja of any woman.

"Y.well sorry.you're wrong too, why don't you push my leg?!"

"Youuu .."

Daychi growled to himself then inched to sit withstanding all the vexation this morning. Daychi flicked his blanket until Whuang's face flushed red at the heirloom that was tormenting him with pleasure it already looked a bit tense.

"What if he's not working well? I'm not man anymore. Whuang!!"

"b..so? but, the shape is still intact." Whuang tried to relax controlling his look. He is not ashamed if his innocent body already looks real in front of Daychi who is used to looking at him in awe.

The chest of the brasher looks tight and dense very ranum with the shape of a beautiful body curves that tantalize plus the plus value of his hips and thighs are plump equipped with legs Whuang level and very sexy.

"That's not guaranteed" Siss Daychi stared silently at Whuang. He enjoyed every hot morning view.

"Then how? the texture is the same."

Whuang muttered leisurely holding the thing checking if there were any bruises. In fact, it is in the groin of Daychi red due to the lunge earlier.

"Is he still alive?" tanya Daychi started leaning her body against the headboard letting Whuang examine her doctor-style.

"Let's go. It looks like we should check further, sir!" whuang replied diagnosed making Daychi smile.

"Hm. alright, doctor, I leave it to you."

"Okk.. We're going to do therapy. It's a bit expensive, Mr. Pasean!" Whuang grinned, positioning herself to stare at the crafty Daychi who already knew her point.

"Whatever I'll pay, if he lives again, Doctor."

"Good! then give it 5 minutes."

Daychi nodded letting Whuang between his legs with his face only 5 inches away from it. Whuang's breathing alone had made Daychi weaken.

"Check more deeply. Doctor Ma'am!"

"It seems very impatient." Whuang muttered somewhat amusedly and then did a gentle massage as usual to make Daychi relax. Whuang is good at positioning herself and always has something interesting.

"Your massage is amazing." Daychi closed her eyes enjoying everything. He's a Hyper-sex man who will definitely not be able to disappear from these hot smelling things.

"You liked it. Mister?"

"Hm. very."

Whuang shook his head just to do a gentle and intense massage as if he was used to it and was used to it during the marriage Daychi asked for this.

"Where did you learn massage like this?" Daychi still did not open his eyes.

"Let's know, maybe I've always been taught how to tempt men to subdue them."

"Actually many things I've seen, besides massaging I was also taught to serve, well." replied Whuang casually not wanting to remember anything. He is still focused on providing relaxing therapy for Daychi who is amazed but tucked into dislike.

"Who have you ever massaged like this?"

Whuang spontaneously stopped and looked at Daychi with a complicated look at the reading. Daychi's heart was pounding waiting for that answer.

"If I answer you won't believe."

"Jawab only!" urgently Daychi drew a sigh of Whuang who resumed his massage to wake the object back up.

"Just you."

Daychi was stunned by that answer. He was a little incredulous because Whuang was not innocent anymore and..

"Every man who marries me always ends up the first night."

"You killed him?" tanya Daychi already knew that.

"Hm. they can only see but can't touch, that's it."

"Then why haven't you killed me?" daychi's tanya made Whuang begin to emotionally lift her body and stare at Daychi's face from near even their noses touched.

"You're hard to kill. THE MALE DRAGON." Press Whuang upset making Daychi immediately grabbed his waist until it crashed into the stocky thigh.

"Then the opposite.why don't you kill me?" whuang continued to pierce the two her arms into Daychi's sturdy neck squeezing the two meat down there.

"The color I still need you."

Deggs...

Whuang was stunned by Daychi's reply just now. His eyes looked weakened with a slightly throbbing heart aches and pains. Why am I disappointed?

"You are very useful and satisfying, you always give your best." Daychi replied without knowing that Whuang was just opening a smile

"You're the same as him."

Inner Whuang smiled faintly. The truth is not in line with expectations. He thought Daychi thought it was different, but in fact it was just the satisfaction and passion of the bed. Really tragic.

"Hm. You're right." replied Whuang smiling broadly save everything.

"And..."

"Day!!!!!"

The sound out there made Daychi flinch but not with Whuang pondering silently.

"Shit! why does he always come here?!"

"I took a shower first because I have a job outside." Whuang rose from Daychi's lap who was grieving lazily. The plan was to repeat but there was just this disruption again.

"Where are you?"

"Get out!" whuang replied standing near the table, Shaving her hair up, it looks incredible.

"Without clothes?"

"Can I?" asked Whuang grinning to make Daychi's face cool down.

"If you don't want to live longer. Please!"

"Curtain! always has been, you're not cool."

Grutu Whuang stepped into the bathroom until Daychi took a deep breath.

"Now I have to take care of the old man.If it wasn't for this troublesome woman, I wouldn't want to let him breathe." Daychi growled, his eyes calming the mind.

"Day!!!! come on out, your mom's here!!!!!"

"Mother?" daychi murmured it was strange that his mother was here and that there might be something important.

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