When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 35. Reiterating

“Eugh.”

Grunts by moans rang out from Dera's tiny lips. Since then the woman attacked Daren with a kiss. Daren struggles to hold back, but Dera continues to thrash and fondle him.

“Der .. stop first,” pinta Daren while holding Dera's head that continues to stick with her neck.

Dera has completely lost control. His hand moved itself to open the clothes he was wearing, until only the tanktop remained attached to his body.

“Om ... touch me. Booth!” pinta Dera with force.

“But this is still in people's homes, Der. Not good with those who have homes,” replied Daren. Though he was also aroused by Dera's naughty hands.

“Fuck with them. I've, kaya’, worm hot gini. Don't you want to help me?” Dera put her lips together, and it looked very anxious.

Huffs. Daren exhaled in order to unravel the accumulated desire. As much as he can hold back, if Dera himself presents it, what can be done. The sustenance should not be denied, so Daren will enjoy the sustenance with pleasure.

“Awas you if you realize continue to mengomelin me,” said Daren.

“Ngak. Ranch, Om. I can't stand it, it's so hot!”

Dera squirms uncharacteristically, making Daren even more excited. The air conditioning in the room was at maximum temperature, but the man also felt very hot. Without the ba-bi-bu, Daren immediately opened the shirt and T-shirt he was wearing. Until it looks plaid belly, make Dera smile full of twinkle.

“Aww, torn bread! I like.” Dera blinked one eye while touching Daren's torn bread with a sensual gesture.

The man closed his eyes, Dera had thoroughly tested him. All right, Daren's not gonna let go of the girl. He won't let Dera breathe smoothly after this.

“I suk—“

Daren snatches Dera's chewy lips, ****** brutally. Dera draped her hands around Daren's neck, enjoying every touch the man gave her. Dera opened his mouth when Daren bit his lower lip, the man immediately slid his tongue to obscure every oral cavity owned by his wife.

Satisfied with the lips, Daren went down to the neck. Gave a sign of ownership there, as if to tell him that Dera is his. Daren also bit Dera's ear, making the empu wriggling unruffled.

Not wanting to linger because the wife continues to demand more intimate, Daren immediately positioned himself. Once moved, their lower bodies fused together. There were no sick moans from women under Daren, only des*h*n full of pleasure.

Daren continues to advance his control, making Dera fly high with heavenly pleasure. He did not care about the sweat wetting himself, lunge for the sake of the lunge that Daren kept giving, because Dera enjoyed it very much.

“Do it again,” whispered Dera as Daren hugged her limp after release.

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Outside the room, there was a pair of ears listening to the husband-wife struggle inside. Both hands clenched, until the books of his hands were seen. Jilia's face was flushed red, the roar of breathing irregularly as it restrained the emotions within the chest.

It was not like this the scenario he had designed, but instead made the two have fun inside there. He wants to make Daren fall, even himself who is fooled by his own plans.

“Sial!” jilia Aspat. Kicked the door of the guest room, where there was a husband and wife who were wrestling hot.

Guest rooms are not installed soundproof, so it can be heard des*n-des*h*n Dera and Daren from inside. Once again Jilia kicked the door, to vent the anger that had erupted in the chest.

“Look at you guys, I'll make you suffer!”

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God willing, but I don't know what time it is.