The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Unboxing Part 2's

Zahira hissed, as Shaka's tongue continued to move wildly within his oral cavity. The man seemed to really want to pounce on him alive. Shaka's guerrilla palms everywhere gave the girl touch at some sensitive points on her body. The sound of sighs and subtle moans filled the corner of the room.

"Geez!" sizzle Zahira as the man sipped and smeared his lips greedily. Occasionally biting small in between their hot activities, to make the girl covered with a fog of passion.

Shaka lets go of their lips as the two run out of oxygen. He saw a beautiful face in front of him, looking so sexy and seductive. The man's eyes shifted to a white neck, then he began to explore the area with his tongue moving wildly while giving a sign of ownership there.

My dear, with this token of ownership no man has the right to own you but me. Neither the bastard nor the others, should take you from my side, Shaka said in his heart. Smiling appreciative when hearing the moaning voice of Zahira that sounded so sexy.

"Najma Zahira, My wife ...," muttered Shaka while lowering the red dress down. Two chewy chunks still wrapped in matching color lacy fabrics look so challenging.

Shaka swallowed the hard-earned saliva. The source of life for prospective children moves down and up in rhythm with the roar of hunting breath. Really, he is no longer able to withstand the surge of desire that has been harbored all this time. Then, he began to touch the chunk with trembling hands. He rubbed it gently while occasionally squeezing it like a squishy, chewy-fleshed engrossing.

"Shaka, a-aku-" Zahira did not continue. This was too torturous, but it also made her intoxicated. Every touch felt so good.

"Hum?" Shaka groaned while pulling Zahira's back towards him. The man's eyeball was wide open when the chewy mound was right in front of his eyes.

Shaka's hand moved back, trying to open the hook on the girl's back. Although he was in trouble, but his efforts were not in vain. Two milk mills for junior Shaka or junior Zahira are clearly displayed in front of there. The pink hilltop as if waving in front of Shaka, as if asking the man to taste it immediately before being tasted by his children.

Without wasting any time, Shaka immediately opened his mouth and devoured a circle like a cherry like a thirsty little baby.

"Bec ... Shaka," said Zahira as she felt the warmth of Shaka's tongue playing beautifully up there. He grabs Shaka's hair and grips it firmly, channeling the different sensations that have spread throughout the body.

Zahira ventured to look at the beautiful face of the idol. Down there Shaka seemed busy playing around with his new toy. Something that will probably be one of the best toy collections of his life.

"Shaka .. a-I beg you. I-this ... aah!" racau Zahira is unclear. Seeing her husband like a baby made the girl couldn't stand it. That look looks so erootic.

Zahira groaned and closed her eyes as her index and middle fingers narrowed the pink peak. Shaka's wet and warm tongue really made the girl almost crazy. The girl's body trembled violently like a heated worm.

The narrow-eyed doctor almost cried as Shaka's tongue and hands moved together. He wanted to ask the man to stop the game, but his brain could not cooperate. The girl again bit her lower lip firmly, resisting the moans and sighs that would come out of her ripe lips.

"Shaka, Honey!" For the first time Zahira called her husband with romantic words. "Don't stop!"

Like getting a green sign, Shaka again launched the action. Without hesitation, the man smacked and smeared Zahira's lips. The chewy thing that has become opium for Shaka, even he was never satisfied if only once, twice tasted it. The man wants to keep tasting the sweetness of honey on the lips of the lover halal.

Shaka ended the game. Breathing heavily, cupping Zahira's face. "Darling, from tonight there's only me you'll remember." The man kissed the top of Zahira's head lovingly.

"Starting tonight, there's only me you'll see." This time Shaka kissed Zahira's eyelids.

Lastly, Shaka kissed his wife's soft lips. "On your lips, my name is all you'll ever say."

Zahira just fell silent feeling a great thump within the chest. He is waiting for what will happen after this.

"Prepare, honey, we'll start to the core game" said Shaka softly, so longing.

Without wasting any time, Shaka again fondled Zahira to make sure that the girl was ready to battle making dough together. The man's fingers played at some of Zahira's sensitive points to make the girl down there groan, sigh, groan and grip the bed linen tightly.

When Shaka finds out that Zahira is ready to enter, he positions the body as comfortably as possible. "For the first time it hurts, but after that it will get used to it and even make you addicted."

Both of Zahira's cheeks blushed, hearing Shaka's vulgar words. Then, he rushed to turn his face hiding a pink tinge on his face that began to be flooded with sweat.

Focusing on her elbow, Shaka leaned over Zahira's body. "Najma Zahira, I love you." Slowly, the man began to press down on his hips, stomping firmly, uniting their bodies.

"Well!" pekik Zahira when Shaka began to enter it. Honey, that guy hasn't made it yet.

"Shaka, sick!" zahira.

"Hold your pain for me, Ra. Imagine soon we'll have cute, adorable kids." Shaka returns to fondle Zahira, in the hope that the girl can be more relaxed and her efforts tonight are not in vain.

Several times Shaka did the experiment, until he arrived where the time he managed to break into the goal guarded all this time by his beloved wife. Inwardly cheered with excitement as he managed to become the first man to touch Zahira's body.

Meanwhile, Zahira can only endure the pain in the core part of the body. The girl's body was like being halved when a foreign object barged in and was residing in there. The corner of the eye let out a tear, but Shaka immediately removed the crystal circle.

"I promise to play slowly" Shaka said before starting the game. Shaka sums up Zahira's hands, then she starts moving slowly.

Shaka hit the core of Zahira's body with a slow motion. "Ra, your body feels so good to me. I feel-" The man didn't continue his words. The warmth of Zahira's body made the man unable to think logically.

Zahira's eyes only closed, enjoying every blow of Shaka's hip at the core of his body. Occasionally he sighs to hold the sparkle of desire in the chest. The heart was beating so fast, the palm was getting tighter and tighter gripping as he felt a wave that was about to burst within him.

The sound of moans, sighs of each other to become a melodious voice for the two people who are drunk dear. In a shrewd manner, Shaka stomped, dragging Zahira towards nirvana. Many times the girl got the peak of enjoyment over the sweet fruit of her patience all along.

"Najma Zahira, my dear. My love .. a-I, your love, Ra!" With a raucous voice, Shaka raved incoherently.

Desaah breath and moans were back to each other, flying high to the peak of pleasure. The intensity of Shaka's movements the longer the faster.

"Ra .. aah!" Shaka also exploded, spitting his superior seeds in the core of the wife's body.

"Thank you, dear," whispered Shaka gently, peeking at Zahira's forehead and lips, then grinning her face at her neck. Tonight he is satisfied to be the first and only man to touch Zahira's body.

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