The Cold Wife
Season 3 (91)

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Emilia who was choosing clothes in the dressing room was stunned because suddenly Marvel hugged her from behind. Even a gentle kiss landed on her innocent shoulder because right now Emilia was only wearing a towel.

Emilia was about to turn around, unfortunately Marvel did not allow it. Now the eyes of the two met through a large mirror in front of him.

Marvel deliberately inhaled his wife's hair that was still a bit wet. "You deliberately want to tease me, hem?"

Emilia snorted and tried to escape from the man's grip. "You come alone, I want to find clothes. Release."

Marvel smiled in anguish. "You're more attractive when you're not wearing anything."

"Suck!" Emilia cursed her regret. "Take me off."

Instead of letting go, Marvel just tightened his embrace. Even buried his face in the niche of the wife's neck. Inhaling the scent of soap from the smooth skin of his wife who was so intoxicating.

Emilia could do nothing but silence and resignation. Free to rebel, Marvel won't let go. What else now the man has full rights over him.

A small d*s*h*n escaped her tiny lips as Marvel created a proprietary mark around her neck.

Marvel also whispered something. "You know? I always dreamed of having a lot of children."

Emilia's eyes were rounded. "What did you say?"

"Given me many children, Emilia. Funny Noah." Now the man's hands started to move mischievously. And with a single pull he managed to remove the last cloth attached to his wife's body.

Emilia was stunned as she looked at her own body from the mirror, her face slowly meeting her shy crotch. This is the first time he is innocent in front of a man consciously and healthily. He also tried to cover his valuable assets.

"Let me see it." Whisper Marvel again while keeping Emilia's hand out covering her view.

Emilia looked down embarrassed, but couldn't contain the sensation as Marvel began to touch after touch intoxicatingly, making her brain start to go insane. He closed his eyes as Marvel re-touched his neck.

The room temperature there is starting to feel hot. Marvel gently touched the stitches in Emilia's stomach. Spontaneous Emilia opened her eyes.

"Is it still sick?" Ask. Emilia nodded, sometimes the scar still caused pain.

Marvel flipped over his wife's body, staring at the pretty face of Emilia's late-goals. And vice versa.

"Why did you marry me, Marvel?" Emilia is in her husband's net. "You should marry an educated woman with a good career. Equivalent to you, not me."

Marvel did not.

"Marvels?" Emilia demanded an answer.

"It's you I want, so don't ask again." Answer the man flat.

Emilia further deepened her gaze. "But why? It doesn't make sense if Noah's the reason. You got everything, you can even get a better wife than me. I__I feel unworthy, I have nothing to be proud of."

"I told you not to ask again. I don't need anything from you, all I want is for you to stand by me no matter what." Marvel pulled the nape of his wife and instantly silenced the chatty mouth.

Emilia was shocked, also unable to guess what was on her husband's mind. However, he did not want to bother. Because right now Marvel belongs to him, it really belongs to him. So he wouldn't have wasted it.

Both hands he combined on the neck of the husband, then returned the kiss was no less intense. Of course Marvel is happy to get a good response.

Marvel lifted Emilia's body, then carried her like a child. Without letting go of their kisses of course. Now their position is very fitting to make love. Unfortunately, Marvel still wears full-length clothes.

Marvel took the woman to bed and laid her there. There was obvious nervousness on Emilia's face as Marvel took off her own clothes. Even the woman almost squealed in shock when she saw her husband's heirloom that was already standing upright and its size managed to make Emilia swallow saliva.

Oh God. It was so big, I deserved it so hard to walk. Thought in the heart.

Marvel crawled up the bed and back to his wife. Emilia just resigned and enjoyed it. Grunts by gales came out of their mouths as the two gave each other a touch of pleasure.

Emilia held her breath as the heirloom occasionally swiped through the valley of her enjoyment.

Emilia shed her tears because it felt so painful and full down there, but there was a slight sensation of pleasure.

"Damn! You pinned me down, Emilia." Bump Marvel when he felt his own massaged strong. Delightful and painful sensations become one. Emilia's property feels like a virgin. Delightful and legit.

Slowly but surely, Marvel began to move back and forth. Their lips were fused again, twisting each other's tongues and exchanging saliva.

"Ahhh..." d*s*h*n little came out of Emilia's lips when their kiss ended. Her eyes brimmed, trying to enjoy the collision for the sake of the collision her husband gave her. Marvel's gentle treatment made Emilia seem to float into the air. The sound of their unification and moans filled the entire room. Makes the atmosphere warm.

Emilia hugged Marvel as she was about to get released. "Marvel.. ahh."

Marvel sped up the move, making Emilia even more crazed as a little more was about to explode.

"Ohhhhh....." Emilia was long-moved with a floundering body when she got the first release so fierce. For the first time he felt a sensation of pleasure that could not be expressed by words other than d*s*h*n.

Marvel paused and then kissed his wife's lips at a glance, he wanted to give a pause for his wife. Before moving his body again, and the movement was getting faster. Not long ago Emilia got her release, while Marvel still has not. That guy is really mighty.

"Tired hem?" Whisper in the wife's ear. The one down there is moving wildly.

Emilia who was still limp nodded while occasionally biting her lips. Trying to hold back from m*nd*s*h. Unfortunately it failed because his mind and body were out of step. D*s*h*n for d*s*h*n keeps coming out of her tiny lips. Makes Marvel even more excited to make the woman moan long.

"How does it feel? Favors right?" Ask Marvel while stomping roughly down there.

Emilia screamed stifledly, then looked at her husband's bead and without warning she poked her hands together and shut her lips. Marvel was surprised of course. But he likes that.

And the heat struggle continued until the morning, Emilia suffocated. But it was an amazing experience.

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Emilia's body crumpled when she woke up from sleep. Instantly, the events of last night were twisted back in his memory, a hot night. Just imagine her cheeks are red like tomatoes.

"Away awake?" The hoarse voice came from behind her as Emilia's current position was tilted, turning her husband's back. Marvel's huge hand grabbed onto his stomach, pulling him to erode the distance between them.

Emilia's body stiffened again as a warm kiss landed on her back. Even that big hand started to mischievously move, touching two of his precious assets.

"I'm tired." Emilia said in the end.

"I am too." Reply Marvel. But the man still loved his wife's body.

Emilia let out a rough sigh. "I want to take a shower, can you aaaakhh." Emilia screeched as Marvel deliberately pinched her p*t*ng.

Marvel smiled faintly. "We played a little bit before we took a shower." Whisper later.

"I'm tired, Marvel." Emilia Lirih. He did not lie, the pain all over his body was still evident. And what did the guy say, play again? Is he crazy!

"I am too." Reply Marvel again that managed to make Emilia upset and turned to face her husband. Then look at him sharply.

Marvel raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

Emilia was about to answer, but she gave up her intentions and turned her back on her husband.

Marvel smiled at his wife's cuteness. Fondling. His inner.

"I'm tired, so I won't do it again." Finally Emilia said her heart.

"All right." Marvel replied that made Emilia turn around and looked at her in surprise.

"Why? You disappointed?" Her god who again managed to make Emilia upset.

"Sucks." Cynical Emilia is back to Marvel. For the umpteenth time Marvel smiled, then hugged the wife from behind.

"I'm also tired, today we rest." Marvel closed his eyes again. Emilia did not reply and chose silence.