When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Boncap 3
"You're seriously teaching Pandu about ahem, aren't you, Mas?" ask Dera. She just came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.
"He doesn't need to be taught, honey. Kan, it's been" Daren replied without taking his eyes off the phone.
Dera ber'oh' ria. He stood in front of the mirror while horrifying his hair. Daren, who was lying down, sniffed as the smell of soap emanating from Dera's body tickled his sense of smell.
He immediately turned his gaze, looking at the wife who was still standing in front of the mirror using only a towel.
"Mas!" Dera was furthered as she felt a hand infiltrate her waist. It turns out that the culprit is Daren.
"You deliberately seduced Mas, huh?" Daren kissed Dera's ear.
"Ih, what the fuck, anyway. My people want hair again, really," Dera said. "There. I'm gonna change."
"Later in exchange."
"Appaan, anyway. Wants now!" press Dera.
"Oh, that. Okay." Okay." Daren instantly let go of his embrace and went to the bed, dropping his body there.
Dera, who knew that Daren was sulking, was forced to walk up to the man. Actually he was already very cold, wanting to quickly put on clothes. But because his beloved is sulking, cancel.
"Riggers, huh?" ask Dera while dropping her ass on the edge of the bed.
Daren snorted, throwing his face to the side without answering.
"Damf. Why, the hell, my dear? Don't sulk, dong."
When Dera wanted to touch Daren's chin, the man brushed him off. Dera laughed, feeling anxious with her husband's childlike attitude.
"OKAY. I'm sorry, yeah, honey. Don't sulk anymore, what do you want? Come on, by the way," Pinta Dera.
Daren sighed. "Lately, right, I've been busy with work. You too, so ...."
"Udah, don't be kicked. Sorry, yes, because you don't understand how you want to" Dera cut. He rubbed Daren's jaw.
"Can, yeah, honey? Please."
Ah, if this is the case, what can I do. Daren is very good at making Dera horny. The man's hands had already ventured into every inch of his wife's body, not missing a single inch. Dera continued to fumble, tightly hugging the husband's neck as the man played his two precious objects.
"The guide and Vera are married, why are we the first night" said Dera.
"Repeating, dear. Be prepared."
**
In a hotel room, a girl was sitting with her body stiffened. Cold sweat continues to arise at the temple, even though the AC continues to light up. With her heart pounding, Vera turned her gaze towards the bathroom door.
"Sorry, you want to change?" ask Pandu.
"I-yes," great-grandson of Vera.
Vera was about to leave, but her hand was gripped by Pandu. The gazes of the two met each other, diving into each other's beads of eyes. Vera raised her next to her eyebrows, confused.
"Later take a shower."
From the words spoken, Vera can already interpret. He understood enough that after Dera taught him, now what he could do, he could only resign. Receiving every Pandu treatment, even now their lips have fused together.
The tongue was trying to break in, obscuring every row of teeth. Vera who is still amateurish, has not been able to reply Pandu. As a result, the man let go of their support.
"Why not be answered?" ask Pandu.
"I-I .. I don't know, Mas," said Vera.
Pandu chuckled, but then he went back to repeating like that. Slowly Vera understood, began to reply to Pandu's actions.
Desire is ever soaring, closing the eyes with a mist of desire. Both of them were already in bed, Pandu again attacked Vera with gentleness. Vera felt lucky, treated very gently and lovingly.
"She'll hurt a little if you first do," said Pandu as he looked at Vera. The woman nodded.
Slowly, Pandu barged in, but stopped because of Vera's screeches. She was worried, wanting to let go but the wife held her hand.
"Continue, Mother. I'm not papa" said Vera.
Twice the beat, finally Pandu has Vera completely. In his wife's temple kiss, smilingly staring at the face with tears on the cheeks.
"Thank you, dear."
**
Boncap out! Continue on to their children's adult stories.
Note: Othor is still 17+ can not make hot.