The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Hot Night Couple

Chequelek

It looks like Stella just came out of the bathroom, using a bathrobe and also a towel wrapped around her head.

“Gantian, mas” Stella said to her husband. The man was leaning on the head of the bed. Seeing his wife his hair was already wrapped around with a towel made him secretly smile.

“Have shampooed?” Ask Azam.

Stella nodded innocently while looking at Azam.

“Means it's holy huh?” Ask Azam again.

Again, Stella just nodded. She did not understand which way her husband's question was headed.

Azam approaching Stella, “Keep soon what?” Ask.

“Yes, pray maghrib continue to be ready to eat malem for you” replied Stella.

Azam nodded, “Then wait until it runs out. I was waiting for you to come, dear” he said, blowing his wife's ears softly.

At that moment, Stella understood where Azam was talking. She widened her eyes, looking at her husband who had already sauntered into the bathroom door.

The woman secretly swallowed her crude saliva. Confused, how to. Though he used to be so good at teasing but, now? Where did that ‘keliahaian’ go? Where did the naughty Stella go?

Stella enters the walk in closet, prepares clothes for her husband as well as sees some official clothes that she keeps in the bottom drawer, she locks and keeps the key of the place so that Azam does not see it, it would be a shame if the man saw a new suit recently stored in their closet.

“What's the time?” Stella muttered, looking at the red lingerie that was so tempting.

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In a hurry, Stella closed the drawer and stood up, brought her chosen clothes to their room and put them on the bed.

After that they did maghrib prayer together, followed by teaching until isya said hello.

Both of them lived at home. Usually after the Isya prayer, Stella will prepare dinner for him and for the husband. They did not hire a housekeeper. Stella said she could handle everything. Especially when Azam went to work, it would be very boring if only to stay silent without doing anything.

That night, Azam chose to spoil his wife by ordering Stella's favorite meal, after dinner ended, Azam sat on the balcony of their room accompanied by a laptop that showed a row of writing about work.

“Maas, he said he wanted me. How to still work hm?” Stella's whisper was right in Azam's right ear. Her hands gently embrace the husband's shoulder.

When Azam's blood rippled, he looked at the beautiful wife. Her normally straight hair was now made wavy, hanging on the ends of the hair. Even Stella seemed to be dressing up to the maximum that night. Not to mention the red lingerie suit that was held by Stella, now it is perfectly mounted on her body.

“Honey, is this you? Look so pretty” Say Azam. He immediately closed his laptop, bringing it in along with an eye that could not be separated from his wife.

Quickly the balcony door was locked by Azam. The man walked slowly towards his wife until Stella fell flat on their bed.

“What can?” Azam asked, she stroked Stella's tiny lips.

Closing her eyes, enjoying every touch her husband gave her, Stella nodded.

Azam immediately mel*mat soft pink lips Stella, feels so sweet for her. Then spread up to the neck, giving a sign of ownership there.

Closing her eyes, Stella nodded, confirming her husband's words. He realized, that what he used to do was all wrong, not with his mahram alone was wrong, wrong the rules as well.

Azam and Stella returned to hold each other*t after.

“It’s show time, baby. Show the best of you hm” Bisik Azam again and again suck the sweet taste of Stella's skin.

“Huuh” Stella can only jump when Azam gives her pleasure that she has never felt such a powerful sensation.

Although he used to serve striped men out there but, he did not do it with love, just for the sake of satisfaction and freedom alone.

This time, along with Azam who was her husband also with the love and affection that grew between the two, for Stella the sensation was completely different.

“I like your smile, honey” Whisper Azam with a heavy and low voice, adding to the eroticism of their activities that night.

“Oh, yes daddy. I like your move” Sahut Stella.

It clearly made Azam immediately raised his voice, spurred by the sound of Stella who sounded so sexy in his ears.

Before long, the night air that had felt cold pierced the skin, now changed into a heat full of gair*h.

“Honey, you're sincere right? I don't want to do this with forced” Azam said when Stella was playing the junior Azam.

“Because you are my husband and you will be my last, I sincerely mas” Stella replied gently.

Without saying much more, Azam pressured Stella to continue the action.

“Crazy, the touch is amazingly delicious” Roughly so inner Stella when Azam plays herself not only with small touches, maybe even her whole body is already filled with kisses from Azam.

Stella secretly thinks, isn't her husband the son of the cottage? Has her husband ever done it? Why is it so clever that the man is playing himself.

Hew

Hew

The sound of both breaths was clearly heard in the room. Spending the night was not enough with just one game.

Azam hugged his wife, their bodies covered in blankets to the chest.

“Thanks” Say Azam while peeping Stella's forehead longer.

Stella closed her eyes while nodding, smiling with her breathing still heavy.

Azam unraveled his wife's hair slowly, “I love you” he said, again kissing his wife's forehead full of affection.

Stella who heard that for the first time from her husband immediately pounded her heart. Her lips could not hide her happiness, she hugged Azam tightly.

“Love you too, hubby” Stella replied, hiding her cheek hue on the chest of Azam's field.