Trapped Game of Galak Lord
TPTG CHAPTER 123.

After performing the morning ritual, Dara came out of the bathroom with her clothes fully equipped. Before entering he immediately prepared a change of clothes, he was not used to showing his body in front of Aryan.

After Dara came out, now it was Aryan's turn to clean up. The smile on her lips floated up after the incident, at least Dara had already given her some space.

Thirty minutes later, Aryan came out shirtless. There was only a white towel coiled around his waist.

Dara stared at her husband. Although Aryan's body is not too big but is quite muscular with square lines on his stomach. Water falling from Aryan's hair made Dara's throat suddenly dry, he quickly threw away his face and took the clothes he had prepared.

"This is the shirt" said Dara, thrusting the full outfit into Aryan's hands.

Aryan smiled. Instead of taking over the clothes, she pulled Dara's hand into her arms.

Dara's eyes were perfectly rounded when there was no distance between them. The two of them met as if their eyes were talking.

"Aryan's... Mmph..."

Back Aryan floated her kiss on Dara's lips, she melu* her eyes gently, making Dara flinch with sharp bulging eyes.

"Open your mouth!" aryan muttered for a moment after releasing his pagutan. He gripped softly on Dara's nape with a difficult gaze to interpret.

Hearing that sentence, Dara's eyes widened. "I can't," he hissed with red cheeks. Shame, fear, awkwardness, all the feelings blend into one.

"Eat is opened, follow what I do!" pinta Aryan with breath stuck in the throat, for a long time he could go crazy harboring this feeling alone. Dara is like a magnet that attracts her to always stick.

"Aryan's... L'm... Mmph..."

Aryan did not give Dara the chance to refuse. He rubbed it again and again as if he was never satisfied just once.

As Dara opened her mouth, Aryan entered it deeper and deeper. The tongues of both menaut each other with a humming sound filled the entire room. The room temperature becomes hot as the roar of breath is increasingly hunting.

Without Dara noticing, his butt suddenly had been stunned on the bed. Aryan sat down while leaning his back on the headboard and carrying Dara sitting on his lap.

"Aryan.." lirih Dara with a faint look.

"Don't be afraid baby, I'm your husband. I'll never hurt you," pressed Aryan with a breath of gasp, the tubers heating up as the core was squeezed between Dara's thighs. This is the first time Aryan felt the turmoil of desire consciously, his head was frown on his wife's face and down to the chest area.

Without warning, Aryan again wiped Dara's lips. The woman was stunned without a fight.

Yeah, looks like Dara's getting used to it. He did not resist and tried to keep up with Aryan's game. Slowly his eyes began to shut as Aryan's hand groaned around his waist, rising to his back then to his nape.

And without Dara noticing, suddenly Aryan's hand had already arrived in his chest. Aryan squeezed it slowly, Dara opened her eyes wide so nervous she accepted the touch.

"May ya, I want to!" pinta Aryan after releasing the link of their lips. His breath was increasingly hunting staring at the chewy object in front of him.

"But Aryan"

"Please baby, please don't refuse! I can die withholding this," said Aryan with eyes that began to turn red. The pressure from the core makes his head want to break because of the passion that never channeled.

"But I'm scared" Dara muttered with a sad look.

"What are you afraid of? The situation is different. That night I didn't realize but today I realized one hundred percent. You think I could hurt my own wife? I'm not that bad, baby." Aryan tries to convince Dara. She cupped her hands on her cheeks and stroked them gently.

Long speechless reassuring herself, Dara finally nodded. "Please!" he murmured with a barely audible voice.

Instantly a thin grin curled at the corner of Aryan's lips, Dara's forehead was frowned on fondly and then down to his lips.

Satisfied with wiping her red lips, Aryan lifted the blouse attached to Dara's body. Both of them looked at each other with different eyes.

Aryan looked at the bra-clad mound with fleshy eyes, while Dara looked embarrassed with red blushing cheeks. He quickly closed it with his hands.

"It should be opened not closed. How do I do this?" seloroh Aryan gave a smile and grabbed Dara's hand and placed it on her waist.

With a pale face Dara biting her lips looking at Aryan's gaze fixed on her chest, she was eager to hide her very shy face.

"A-arryan..." Dara stammered as Aryan opened her bra, the pair of mountains seemed to come loose in Aryan's eyes without anything else getting in the way.

"Aaakh.." de*sah Dara as Aryan lowered her head and sucked on the top of her chest. Aryan devoured it greedily while squeezing it, at first glance Aryan looks like a baby who is breastfeeding to his mother.

Dara could only squint her eyes while squeezing Aryan's hair, her entire body goosebumps with an erratic breath.

After being satisfied to devour the two chewy objects, Aryan lifted Dara's body and laid it on the mattress. Within seconds the towel Aryan was wearing had already flown and fell on the floor.

"Yetoo..."

Dara screamed and cupped her hands in her face. This was truly ludicrous, only this time did he see the veined trunk directly. Almost the whole skin is bristled like chicken skin.

Seeing Dara's reaction, Aryan could not help but laugh. "Hahahaha.." his voice boomed all over the room.

"Dear open, don't close your face!" goda Aryan pulls Dara's hand.

"What are you afraid of? It's got you, from this second you'll get used to seeing it." suddenly a thin grin curled at the corner of Aryan's lips. She pulled Dara's hand and put it at her core.

"Aaaa... Aryan don't, I'm amused." cried Dara while writhing, the surface of his skin suddenly tight.

"Haha... You're weird!" aryan gritted his teeth. He was really anxious to see his wife's behavior.

Without thinking, Aryan immediately stripped the clothes that were still left on Dara's body. Instantly the sincerity of Dara's core unfolded before him. Aryan's eyes opened wide with jakun up and down gulping his saliva with great difficulty.

"Aryan.." cried Dara as her husband bent his legs.

"What else, baby? Not tired of yelling mute?" sahut Aryan frowned. Dara quickly cupped her hands in the core while opening her eyes slowly.

Aryan stared intimately at Dara and rubbed her face violently. It was like this but Dara still did not give him a chance, while his head was getting frowny.

"You why the hell? He said he could, now it's like this. If you don't want to tell me from now on, don't make me dizzy!"

Aryan's voice slightly raised, his emotions ignited. The smile that had been smiling now disappeared on its own.

Just as Aryan was about to move away, Dara quickly held back her hand. He nodded his omen ready to do so.

"Don't be forced if you don't want to" Aryan said with a clouded view. His head wanted to break thinking of this.

"I want to" nodded Dara with red cheeks and pulled Aryan back to support her.

"You sure?" Aryan tried to make sure.

"Yes, I'm sure." nodded Dara again.

Because it has got a green light, Aryan also quickly wiped Dara's lips. The two mutually vanish*mat and twine the tongue.

Then Aryan went down every inch of Dara's neck and bit her, she accidentally left a red mark that Dara would remember while staring at her own neck.

"Aaaugh.." Suddenly Dara mende*sah as Aryan devoured both of his mountains in turn. Then it went down to his stomach and down again to his core.

"Aryan.." de*sah Dara as Aryan's tongue licks the point, Aryan occasionally sucks it strong until Dara's feet tremble when he feels something out of the blue.

"Aaakh.." cried Dara. His body was pounding with eyes squinting and lip biting.

Something flowed in the core as Aryan relentlessly licked and sucked the pink petals greedily. Dara's pain was grabbing Aryan's hair violently, but it did not dampen Aryan's spirit. He even more intensively sucked Dara's core, he would not stop until Dara himself begged to be released.

"Quite Aryan, I'm not strong anymore!" whinek Dara opened her eyes and pulled Aryan's hair.

"Why?" tease Aryan with a mischievous smile.

"It's okay," Dara replied in a barely audible voice. The point feels muddy after two releases.

"That's not so much, now enjoy this stick of your husband!"

After saying that, Aryan quickly positioned his veined rod on the surface of Dara's core. Slowly Aryan tried to enter it.

Although not as narrow as that night, but still his junior had trouble breaking through Dara's burrow of heaven. It felt the same as the first time Aryan did it.

"Aryan's pants, sick." whined Dara with teary eyes.

"Jully!"

"Aaugh.." cried Dara as de*sahan escaped from her mouth.

Aryan commented a big smile while swinging his hips. Dara unceasingly de*sah following the jolt that pierced her core.

"Still sick?" aryan asked with a stinging breath. Sweat started to come out of his pores.

"No," de*sah Dara shyly. It felt very different to what Aryan did that night. This time Aryan really proved his words. He played softly which made Dara intoxicated.

Without stopping his wobble, Aryan again wiped Dara's lips. His wife replied to him while gripping Aryan's neck gently. They both really enjoyed it.

An hour of racing, both groaning at the same time. Aryan fell down after sowing his seed in Dara and fell on his wife's body.

After a while, Aryan withdrew from Dara's core and dropped his body next to the woman he loved. Aryan then hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Aww.." groaned Aryan as his scar was accidentally rubbed by Dara.

"Why you?" ask Dara worried.

"That's okay," Aryan answered with a smile and rubbed Dara's lips.