Spicy Wife
CHAPTER 68

It's been a whole day Digo's been doing everything Marisa wants. Not without reason, the article continued to pacing to his room to make sure Marisa was treated well by him. Whether true or not, but Digo feels that Mother and also his wife like having amazing chemistry. One reigns indisputably, the one many want by reason of his mother-in-law's decree.

Digo, my feet are aching. Digo, his back hurts. Digo, I'm thirsty. Digo, I want some fruit. Digo, would I like to eat a snack? Digo, I want your mango juice. Digo, can you buy me some steamed soybeans? Digo, how about I have some cereal for lunch? Digo, will you please make the bed? Bla blah blah somehow millions what else will Marisa who with annoyed must she follow.

" Digo, are you upset? " Sindir Marisa for being able to clearly see the eyes of Upset, also the jaw of Digo that hardened like his habit when holding back anger.

" Oh, no really. By the way there's nothing else I should do, honey? " Digo glared at his eyes as he called out to love as if threatening Marisa, don't want much! I'm tired!

Marisa smiled sweetly, to be honest she was enjoying this all. How Digo served him gently even though his face seemed unwilling. She clearly felt a soft touch as Digo massaged her legs, also stroking her soft back earlier. It still takes time to better understand how Digo was originally. But there is one thing Marisa knows now, Digo is a man who is not easily tempted by women, also she is sure of Digo's loyalty must be a man who has a beautiful appearance, he said, plus a lot of money.

" Digo, how about I switch to massage you? " Marisa smiled again as Digo turned to her with a frowning forehead full of questions.

" What rotten plan are you planning? " Digo stared looking around, was it really his guess that Marisa was going to do something to him?

" If I don't want to be okay, I just feel sorry. Today you're gonna look really tired, so I thought I could help a little with your massage. "

" Cih! Know yourself too apparently. " Digo got up from his sitting position, then walked up to Marisa who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, then patted her back as if pointing at the sore part.

" Come on, do it quickly. "

Marisa smiled, not wasting time, immediately she moved her fingers with a gentle massage and slightly pressed so that Digo felt comfortable with the touch of his hand. As she planned, after Digo enjoyed her hand massage, Marisa began to move her hands gently, as well as teasingly.

" You, why is it that your massage is like this? " Digo was stunned at the beginning of the sentence, but in the end he began to control himself, but also reluctant to ask Marisa to stop.

" What should it be? " Marisa's whisper in Digo's ear.

Dugm!

Ow hell! Digo's heart is really like wanting to be dislodged. Already Marisa's movement makes something down there react, plus Marisa's whisper that leaves a warm breath as if increasing the tightness that has reacted it.

" Marisa, it's better not to go fishing. " Said Digo warning before he can not control himself later.

" I did what? " Tanya Marisa, not yet Digo replied, Marisa had already given a kiss on the nape of Digo, making the owner increasingly roaring to restrain himself.

" Did I just do this? " Marisa runs her hand to Digo's chest, down, and down, and stops when she touches something from behind her pants that seems to be tight there.

" Oh, it turns out the size is good too huh? But baby, the technique is less shrewd. " Marisa was repulsing her hands, and her body after that.

" You, you don't just talk! How dare you say my bed technique is lacking, how do you know that I'm the only guy who fucks you? " Digo smiled obliquely.

Goddamnit! Eat his own words. Marisa briefly bit her lower lip, then smiled as she knew what to answer.

" I've seen a lot of videos, so I certainly know dong. "

Digo smiled back in angled manner.

" Don't forget, when we do, I'm the one who always contributes. You, "Digo again smiled mockingly.

" You can just he's cursing and open his eyes, enjoy it, and then what's the difference between me and fucking a dead man? Oh, am I actually fucking a mannequin? Or a banana stem? "

Marisa was flabbergasted by Digi's words which embarrassed her deeply and angered her. But never mind, indeed Digo will not be able to give up.

" Oh, that's you still standing right? Then, can I compare it to this mini banana? " Marisa took a banana from her fruit plate.

Digo again smiled despite wanting to tear his wife's fucking mouth off who always accused her of being petite. Unwilling to long get annoyed by covering it up through Smile, Digo began to rise from his seat, opened his pants, then showed his innocent body proudly.

Geez! Marisa wants to close her eyes right now, or even if she can run away she wants to run away. But why also? He had also seen it, although it was not as clear as it is now.

" It's just that? " Marisa forced her smile as if she still did not want to admit her defeat in this debate.

Again, Digo stepped up his legs, threw the banana that Marisa was holding, then forced the hand to hold hers.

" What the hell?! " Essified Marisa but also couldn't take over her hand because Digo held her firmly.

" You don't pretend like you've seen a lot of men, look at mine that often goes into you when you make a big hue like that. "

" It's bullshit! " Said Marisa still trying to get rid of her hand even though she still can't.

" You made him wake up, so you should put him to sleep. " Digo grinned.

" Ti don't want to! Doctors say avoid having intercourse before passing the first trisemster. " Marisa clearly while throwing away the face with the red hue that was still left behind.

" Oh, I remember too. But your hand isn't pregnant, is it? "

Marisa was astonished.

" My hands are sore, I just massaged you! "

" Oh, your mouth isn't pregnant, can it? "

" My mouth aches from having a fight with you every day. "

Digo sighed bitterly.

" Oh, what about the back? "

Marisa was shocked again.

" Are you crazy?! "

" Want to help me with my hands, or through the back? "

Marisa biting her lower lip held a feeling of embarrassment as well as annoyance.

" Ok, fine! How about the ear hole? "

" Don't be crazy, Marisa! Stop equating my own with a candle wick! "

***

Anya opened her eyes slowly, for a moment she blinked with a frowning forehead as she felt her glare of light hitting her face.

" Where am I? " Anya muttered found herself in a place that was unfamiliar to her.

" You're up? " Ask the man who had been lying next to Anya.

" Max?! "

Seriate....