THE PRISONER OF MAFIA
Windin?

Carlos slowly covered his wife.

It has become a habit of Arra if finished making love immediately fell asleep because of fatigue serves the passion of her husband.

Carlos got out of bed, picked up his clothes that were strewn on the floor, and put them on.

After that, he walked to the balcony of the room while carrying a cigarette and a flamethrower. He sat facing the pine forest, enjoying a cigarette and enjoying the night air.

I don't know what that guy was thinking. He was seen gazing towards the forest with a burdened look of mind.

Arra squirmed in his sleep as he felt his stomach churn. He wanted to wake up from his sleep but he was helpless, his body felt very weak and his legs trembled. Ah, what crazy!

Carlos seems to have superpowers that always make him weak helpless if you have sex. How not to limp, if a handsome demon pounded him with a duration of two hours.

“Carl!!” Arra exclaimed to call her husband, trying to sit down to endure the pain between her thighs.

Carlos turned his head and immediately turned off his cigarette on the ashtray surface when he heard the voice of his wife calling out to him. He immediately went into the room, approaching Arra who was already sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What's up? You want some more?” Carlos smiled pervertedly as he looked at his wife's sexy, white and flawless plain body.

THE PLAQUE!

Arra hit Carlos on the head in annoyance. “Is in your brain only crotch*ng*n only!” arra Umpat.

“Gosh! Why did you hit me!!” This time Carlos swapped his wife.

“Because you're a pervert! Help me to the bathroom!” tell Arra in a firm tone.

“Are you unable to say quietly and gently!” Carlos mumbled while lowering half his body, then carried his wife ala bridal style to the bathroom.

“You just can't be romantic!!” reply Arra with a landslide.

Carlos just grunted angrily in response to his wife's remark.

“Let me down near the sink! My stomach is so nauseous!” arra pinta.

Arra who could not bear to endure the turmoil in his stomach immediately lowered his head at the sink and immediately let out his entrails.

“Honey! Is it because I've been playing on you for too long?” Carlos massaged his wife's nape gently.

“Maybe yes,” replied Arra after he finished removing his entrails. He washed his face with water flowing from the sink.

“I'll call the doctor!” said Carlos.

“Hei! I'm just exhausted and catching a cold!” arra's reply prevented her husband from leaving the room.

“A wind? What is a cold?” asked Carlos did not understand the new term he heard.

“What yes?” Arra became confused himself to explain. “If you catch a cold, in massage with coins and also balm,” replied Arra.

“Hah?!” Carlos increasingly did not understand the explanation of his wife.

“Huh! It's hard to talk to a bule person!” muttered Arra inwardly, then asked Carlos for a sling, her husband happily carried her to their bed.

***

“Are you sure?” carlos asked as he held the coin in his right hand while his left hand held the balm he got from one of the servants in his house.

“Yes, rub the coins on my back! But, before that apply the balm first,” pinta Arra to her husband.

“OK!” Carlos did what his wife told him to do.

“Aww!! Pain!” arra shouted as Carlos rubbed the coin onto his back.

“I just did what you told me to do! Still scolding me!” aspersons Carlos.

“But, this hurts!” upset Arra, as Carlos continues his duties.

"Later good too!" replied Carlos with a perverted smile.