THE PRISONER OF MAFIA
As big as pinkies?

Carlos enjoyed his lunch in the room while looking at his wife who was still sleeping on the luxurious and wide bed. He stopped his eating activity when he saw Arra squirming while hissing like he was in pain.

Before long, Arra blinked both eyes, waking up from his sleep. Carlos put down the spoon and fork he was holding, then he went to his wife.

"You awake?" Carlos' voice shocked Arra who was collecting lives.

Arra looked at Carlos with both narrowed eyes, then nodded slowly. He grimaced painfully while clucking softly because the groin area of his thigh felt very painful.

"Why is it so sick!!" whinek Arra who has shed his tears. His groin felt excruciating pain when he moved.

"What's sick?" Carlos asked while sitting on the edge of the bed, slightly tilting his body, looking at Arra who was still grimacing in pain.

"Are you stupid or what?! Obviously mine is sick!!" Arra answered Carlos' question full of emotion.

"Is that sick?!" Carlos was still asking with his flat face, and it made Arra even more grumpy.

Arra took the pillow beside him and threw it at Carlos with great annoyance.

Carlos immediately caught the pillow floating towards him, then put the pillow on the bed while patting it slowly.

"Can your mouth be silent!" nagel Arra while trying to sit down with difficulty.

"Well, I'll shut up" replied Carlos, watching his wife get out of bed.

Arra glanced at Carlos while snorting in annoyance. Then he wrapped the blanket around his innocent body. He wanted to go to the bathroom, when nature called him hello and it was unbearable, but he had to hold it for a moment because both knees felt very weak and his groin was still very sore.

Carlos let out a long sigh, then moved from his seat, approached Arra and pulled the blanket wrapped around his wife's body to the floor.

"Nor!!" Arra was angered by Carlos' actions, he stared intently at the handsome demon that was now before him.

Arra was shocked and then reflexively poked her hands around her husband's sturdy neck. Arra looked at Carlos from the side. The devil in his confession has a great good looks and charm, but Arra as much as possible fortifies his heart so as not to fall in the charm of her own husband.

Arriving in the bathroom, Arra was placed in Closet.

"Where to go!!" throw Arra at Carlos, shaking his hand.

But Carlos did not flinch. The man was still standing before Arra while looking at his wife with his flat gaze.

Bodo with the existence of Carlos. Arra immediately completed his wish. The beautiful woman squealed in pain, until she let out her tears while urinating. The sensitive area feels sore and sore like there is a tear wound there.

It's really very painful, it feels like a wound sprinkled with salt water.

Carlos was worried to see his wife. Is that the effect of their love? The handsome man approached Arra and clasped his wife's hand tightly.

"Is it feeling better?" Carlos asked in a gentle tone as Arra fell silent.

"It hurts so much!! I don't want to be touched anymore! Hu hu hu, it should be yours to reduce. In order not to torture me!" racau Arra was not clear, making Carlos lift both corners of his lips.

"Isn't mine just as big as a pinky?" Carlos reversed Arra's words.

"What?!"

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