Revenge of the Beautiful "The Return of a Bad Wife"
Titian sincerity

A cold night crept up, enveloping the two innocent bodies that now met touch each other.

Beautiful, very beautiful when the love has found its peak, the whirling sea breeze that enters from the window slit seems to be the main reason they do the unification of the body.

Previously Gerald had asked Jho to sterilize the place, so that there were no stray humans anchored to this exclusive bar.

Let them calmly plant superior seeds into a cute junior Gerald.

Gerald roared with his breath, as he clenched the tender pink grain at the end of his wife's chest, sucking, sipping, squeezing.

Be careful what he does this time. Digging lubricant from his happy burrow, hoping not to make the owner in pain made.

Aware of the excess size of the exclusive rocket that God gave him, Gerald tried to slowly swipe, providing the best comfort in the part of the ranum that still feels pain due to his actions during the day.

The roaring churn in the heart, so encouraging, dominates the eagerness to quickly end the search for a sure entrance.

Shara helped lead the road that Gerald seemed so hard to get through, the slick he felt when he touched the exclusive rocket, of course slippery, slippery, he has been made to melt several times by the game of fingers of the lover.

"Who are you?" Gerald still hesitated to reveal his people's heritage to Shara's burrow.

"Emmh, just do it, why is it being delayed from earlier?" Shara Protest. Somehow it felt like wanting to feel a sensation that was more than just a stark twist of the man's eroticism.

Gerald sat still with his pants down half his knees, then let his wife start her own "Baby, you're afraid to hurt you." Said.

Shara nodded, she moved from her position, stepping on the lap of Gerald who had raised his lighthouse.

Shara agreed to try it herself, maybe that way she did not feel pain like this afternoon, slowly once she looked for a way home, she said, he moved slightly to the right and left to be able to swoop out his entire Gerald stick.

His eyes were round, his mouth gaped exoticly as a strange swish bristled him, as did Gerald who gaped wide as he closed his eyes enjoying each of these slow-moving seconds.

Time don't pass, make it a long night with my bride.

"Donzhh!" Shara jostled loudly, when her goal broke, penetrating it all jerking the deepest part of her "Abang!" His glassy breath made Gerald more challenged but at the same time feel pity.

"It hurts?" Ask.

Shara shook her head "No, this is better than this afternoon, hhh." Speech roaring.

Feeling more comfortable with the movement, without asking Shara to lift, drop, lift back, and then drop his body again many times to produce endless achievements of pleasure.

The rhythm of breathing, sighing, calm the two are mutually unpretentious along with the in and out of his lighthouse which was swallowed by the delicious burrow.

Sweat is proof that both feel the heat that burns his young passion.

"illness?" Gerald asked back, his hand fixing Shara's hair covering part of her face.

Shara shook her head again and again, of course it was not a mere booze, but the sense that Shara was fickle at this moment was the enjoyment of the heaven of the world.

Gerald bit his lower lip staring at his wife's erotic face, one hand squeezing a dense mound at the back, while the other squeezed a dense mound at the top of the front that swayed like gelatin.

"Darling, you're amateur but smart makes me happy." Gerald's lips praised his wife's intelligence.

Not willing to waste the opportunity, his lips also clenched the idle front, a beautiful painted red stamp on the entire fragrance of the woman.

Tired of that one style alone, Shara dropped her face on the niche of the husband's neck "My feet are cramped!" His complaints are clear.

Gerald smilingly hugged his wife's body lovingly "Rest, ..." Declared.

Shara moved from her position, fixed her lingerie, grabbed her sleeping kimono, wrapped her body with the maroon cloth.

"Where are you going?" Gerald was astonished to look closely at his wife.

"Upper, you want to sleep here, right? I went in alone." Shara answered lightly.

Gerald frowned at the protest "Honey, this is not over!" He lifted his pants so as not to complicate his steps.

Chasing after Shara who has come out of this exclusive bar "Honey." Call her. He even forgot the shirt that was still left in the bar.

Shara climbed the stairs with a run, no pain felt, just wanted again and again.

Shara enters the bridal chamber, Gerald catches up, pulling his arm impulsively "Don't run Yank." Declared.

Gerald closed the door with his back, he pulled Shara's waist from behind, flicking her red lingerie skirt up and restarting her physical activity from behind.

Shara glared as she gaped, it was different with the taste she just found, it was more difficult to explain.

Knowing his wife's comfort.

This time Gerald dared to push back his hips, no complaints of pain like this afternoon, precisely the era.ng.an favors that Shara's presentation right.

The two walk towards the bed without letting go of the unification of her core body, Shara grabs, holding onto a cushion as Gerald further stomps her hips.

Kimono is still concerned, Gerald throw even lingerie he threw, so this time they do not leave a thread.

"When does it end?" After trying various types of styles, Shara finally interjected, giving up.

"So soon, promise." Gerald positioned Shara to lay her back on her soft bed, to be comfortable as she watered with her seeds.

A moment later, the last era.ng.an both echoed to be the end of this seeding ritual.

"Warm!" Shara looked at her husband's handsome face from below.

The cup!

Gerald's soft, light kiss was right before falling on the side of his beloved woman.

"I love you Shara." Her speech.

Shara turned to the young man, rubbing the sweat that adorned her husband's forehead "More I also love you so much, Brother." Her reply was a soft sounding sincere.

Gerald was touched to hear that answer, only this time Shara wanted to express her feelings clearly after their sweat mixed into one.

Gerald pulls his wife over his second body, clutching Shara's head tightly against the cleavage of his field.

"There is no lie between us. Whatever the problem, be open. I want to love you like Daddy loved Mammi so sincerely that death separated." Gerald.

"Emm." Shara shed tears of joy when she heard sincerity her husband said.

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