The Love Struggle of Young Miss
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"Sister Nathan!" nadira's strangulation was upset when Nathan again kissed his neck and made a possession sign there. Intention, today Nadira will take a walk out, but Nathan as if not sincere. All the man wanted was to be in the room, enjoying his honeymoon at the moment.

"What the hell, Beb?" nathan is innocent.

"It sucks!" grunts Nadira. She turned and slept on her back.

"Well, the virgin's child is already well established," as long as Nathan, close his body with his wife's body. "I forgot you weren't a virgin, Nad."

"Don't be amnesiac! Who do you think took my virginity?" ask Nadira ketus.

"I am who else. Even I still clearly remember your sigh*n and erang*n that so arouses my passion." Nathan spoke calmly.

"Can Nathan's sister not be a bitch?" Nadira clucking.

"Can." Nathan answered briefly, the man smeared the nape of his wife, making Nadira again feel the strange belts that spread throughout his body.

"Nad, how many kids do you want?" nathan asked, ending his kiss and closing his body.

"We just had the time to think of the child anyway, Sis," said Nadira.

"What's wrong? We have to have a plan, and I'm planning on having more than five children!" nathan said firmly. Nadira turned around and looked at Nathan in disbelief.

"Sister Nathan think I'm a cat?" Nadira clucked, making Nathan so anxious.

"You are not a cat, but an angel whom the Lord has sent me" seduced Nathan, cupping Nadira's cheeks in red. "Ciee .. ciee, shy cat, can fight off crocodiles."

Nadira again grumbled. She even hit her husband's chest until he complained of pain.

"Sister Nathan is a crocodile! Moth crocodile!"

"Your mountain is a muffler, Nad. 'And you have seen for yourself, have felt it in fact," said Nadira relaxed.

"What? Nathan isn't clear!" Nadira.

"Othong of course, you think much less. Try shadowing Nad, if this little brother is not blunt but taper and sharp like a knife. I'm sure you're not just sigh*h but gonna scream."

"Yes, and I'll die after!" sewot Nadira's.

Nathan landed kisses all over his wife's face. "Don't sulk, I'm just kidding."

"Call me beb" Nathan said.

"No way!"

"Call me baby."

"No way!"

"Call me love!"

"No way!"

"If you still call Brother Nathan, I'll strip you of your length!" threaten Nathan.

"I'll be naked, brother" said Nadira.

"Eh, I forgot." Nathan chuckled, "then I change my threat. If you you don't want to call me mas then I will push you to a corner, print a hundred children! Like Kaurawa."

Nadira's two eyes perfectly patterned, he again hit Nathan's chest because he was very upset. "Sister Nathan is crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, Nad. I want to show the world how great my super quality tadpole is." Nathan overlaps Nadira's body and explores the woman's neckline, which is already full of possession stamps.

"I will not be able to walk if you continue to invite ginian, Mas." Nadira whining. His whole body felt like it was crumbling. Nathan just shut up and kept exploring.

"Aah!" des*h Nadira when Nathan's hand was already playing down there.

"We haven't tried all the styles you've been taught" Nathan said in a kiss.

Nadira gave a rude snort, inwardly she was cursing at her mother-in-law. "What other style, brother?" nadira asked in surprise and resignation.

"You just calm down if our style this time, you just fall down and receive a blow of pleasure" said Nathan.

He opened Nadira's arms and legs wide, while Nadira could only resign when Nathan directed Othong into his house.

"This is the flying frog style!"

"Uhukk!" Nadira immediately choked on hearing her husband's answer which was completely beyond reason.