Bojomu My spirit

Can Enter

"Can you really come in?" Arya is still on the doorstep, she shows the results of her wet dreams to Ajeng on the new sofa Ratih's mom. "Lo's not gonna lie to me, is he, Dear? I really miss you, don't throw me out, Dear!"

Ajeng widened the door of his room, he understood so much to see a lot of Aryan seeds widened on his mother-in-law's new sofa, none other than Arya could not hold her bird to just fast for a while, or for example must fast, at least still exist near Ajeng, that's the hope.

As a man who has spread his wings in the world of pleasure hole of the world's angel, of course he has a long and high romance session, not demanding, but his wife must understand the desire of her husband, in the event that the bed can never be set aside, it must be both.

"Gue kangen lo, same our children, do not want to sleep alone, do not want to eat breakfast or work without there lo anter, I can not, I want spoiled, I want spoiled, I want you to always be there, I want the same"

"Ssssttt, this is you, Mas, kok ya chatty so loh.. I just want to open the door, why you already give a lot of angpao, later if Ajeng males again how, how, haem? You want?"

Arya immediately held Ajeng, she promised not to talk much after this, she would be silent, obedient to all the orders of the wife.

The first sight that Arya got after according is that her holiday can be filled by looking at the flat stomach of Ajeng which there became a hiding place for her hand seed, she kissed repeatedly until the birds shake stiffened, he managed to master because he did not want to make Ajeng feel uncomfortable.

Not to forget Arya's hand rubbing that began to misbehave, she entered from the bottom met with both hilltops that are now widened brownish and tense when she plagues.

"Let's milk my son, Dear?"

"Dear, you don't have the heart but like to cook chicken, it becomes kejem too. Want to change the menu?"

Ajeng raised his face a little, he closed his eyes a little, Arya indeed will never be able to stop being naughty, his finger has pierced the other part.

"Wet, Dear.." said Arya while continuing to stick her finger in the forbidden area below, she always had a way to keep her relationship with Ajeng hot. "You want more?"

"Did?" Ajeng looked up, his mouth might refuse, but the burrow was wet and of course his son in there asked his father to come visit. "Mas, you are!"

"Totally wet maximum, I was thinking of buying a silk room chair, Dear. anyway that can be used all kinds of positions, Dear. We can try many styles without fear of gout, how?"

Wait, Ajeng opened his pretty eyes, his mind was confused about the chair model Arya said.

"What kind of chair is it, Mas?" Open his mouth again. "You wanna play with that chair?"

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