The Tough Wife Belongs to Mr. Arogan
Wild Horse

Morgan is completely overwhelmed. He did not expect that the wife could be this wild, this active. Time and again the voice of the de*ahan escaped from his lips. His body was repeatedly surprised not to be able to withstand the waves of awik*atan presented by the wife without stopping.

There are various styles they do. The super-sized bed makes both can freely do whatever style they want. If usually Morgan is playing actively and his partner is made to clepek with his game, the opposite is happening now.

Morgan Maxime completely bent his knees feeling overwhelmed while playing with his beloved wife. The anxiety he had originally felt was instantly gone. The anxiety he had felt had now disappeared. Morgan's soul really felt light after being made to float into space.

Until finally the peak they get simultaneously. Both of them groaned long with trembling bodies. Truly, Morgan no longer needed to buy the satisfaction of other women as he had always done all along.

What he wants he has got from Sherli, the woman who is able to give him what he's been looking for. This woman is truly the perfect wife in every way. How Morgan loved his wife more than anything in the world.

Bruk!

Sherli is drowning in her husband's body now. Her breath seemed breathless resting her head on the chest of her beloved husband's Morgan field. Even a small smile seemed to expand from both sides of his lips now.

"Akhs! Honey, you're so wild. I love it," said Morgan, adding that Sherli's head was affectionate.

"Wild?" Sherli frowned.

"Yes, like a wild horse that's hard to control. Go to these valves."

"Well, I'm on the same wild horse?"

"I mean, your ability in bed. Not you."

"Oh that? Hehehehe!" Sherli just smiled.

Slowly he began to fall down right next to Morgan now. Her innocent body curled right next to the body of the husband. He wrapped his hands around the stomach of the torn bread box and immediately closed his eyes.

"You must be tired" said Morgan, adding that his wife's head was soft.

"Not really. I'm just sleepy, Mom."

"O yeah? Yes, you are sleeping then. Take a fur bath for a while."

Sherli nodded her head.

Morgan immediately began to rise and then came down from the bed. He covered his wife with a blanket. After that, he walked towards the bathroom and entered it later.

After 20 minutes, the man came out of the bathroom. By just wrapping his body using a white kimono towel he immediately wore full clothes.

While the wife seemed to be really fast asleep. His sleeping position was still the same when Morgan left him on the bed a moment ago. The man was sitting right on the edge of the bed. Looked at Sherli's face, the perfect woman he had just married.

"You're an amazing woman, baby. All this time I've always been thirsty for goodwill*, I don't know how many women have served me all this time, but none of them are like you, baby. I love you, Serli, muach," one kec*pan he lay on the forehead of his beloved wife.

Suddenly, a snoring sound was heard. His wife's lips seemed slightly open and gave off a distinctive sound of a sleeping person. Of course, this made Morgan laugh at once.

"Gosh, baby. I don't think beautiful women can snore. You are the same as it turns out," muttered Morgan holding back his laughter.

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Days of time passed, each day lived very happily. Both Morgan and Sherli felt the same way. However, there was something that made Morgan still feel unsettled until now. Eh, stairs.

Yes ... The towering high staircase that became the link between the 1st floor and the 2nd floor was still a frightening specter for Morgan. Until now his trauma has not been reduced, he wants to treat it but he feels confused where to start.

The only way he could live his days of joy quietly was to move from that house to one floor. With a heavy heart, he would express his wish to Sherli the wife.

They both appear to be lying down with Dami who has fallen asleep now. The late night did not make the two feel sleepy.

"Honey, there's something I want to talk to you about, actually," Morgan said.

"Hm ... Who wants to talk about? It seems serious, what's the matter exactly?" asked Sherli to look at the face of her beloved husband.

"Actually, I want to move out of this house."

"Huh? Meaning Mas?" Sherli frowned.

"Eu ... How about we talk outside, have a cup of coffee?"

Sherli nodded her head. He got up and got off the bed. The same thing was done by Morgan, both of them walked out of the room simultaneously.

Morgan and his wife finally decided to sit in the backyard, the night breeze blowing so refreshing. The star-studded night sky makes the night feel so beautiful. Accompanied by a cup of warm coffee are also some snacks that Sherli deliberately serve on the table now.

"Tell me, what exactly did that say?" ask Sherli to start the conversation.

"Look, baby. Mas plans to sell this house, Mas wants to move to a house that is only one floor."

"Serious mas? I have lived in this house for a long time. Doesn't it love selling this house?"

"For more than 20 years Mas lived here, this is also the first house that Mas bought with his own money. Many bitter memories are hard to forget. Mas just wants to live happily in peace and not be haunted by fear every time Dami goes up to the 2nd floor."

Sherli immediately grabbed her husband's wrist, then clenched his fingers tightly. He also rubbed the back of Morgan's hand gently lovingly.

"Do we need to go to a psychiatrist to treat Mas's trauma?" sherli asked Morgan to laugh at once of course.

"Huh? A psychiatrist? Ahhaha!" Morgan laughed loudly. However, only a forced laughter actually.

"Laughter, I'm serious, Mas. Given that Mas has been tormented for years, even our room just moved to the 1st floor you know so that Dami does not need to go up and down the stairs."

Morgan immediately lowered his head. Did he follow his wife's advice? In fact, he had been eager to shake off that trauma for a long time. However, he still hesitated to do so.

"How's it?" ask Sherli later.

"Let's just say, we moved out of this house. After that, I was willing to consult a psychiatrist. I also wanted to get rid of this trauma. I want to live every day without fear. Especially, Mas wanted to see Dami free to play anywhere in the house without fear of him going up to the 2nd floor." Morgan's two eyes immediately glazed over.

SERIATE

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