Bojomu My spirit

Shoot Inside

Long time no see, sorry in real life dense creeping, thanks already want to wait.

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Arya crawled up to the bed, Arun was about to walk two months, the sweet beautiful baby was sleeping soundly, while his mother did not get permission to sleep from the father.

"Not speaking, the child will wake up!" Reminds me once again.

"Big, Dear!"

Ajeng slightly retreated as soon as he saw the sacred heirloom that had been stored for a long time behind Arya's pants, big and hard, fortunately not rusty, he chuckled silently, without a sound, covering her mouth with a palm before finally Aryan's kiss docked there.

Their bodies are both plain at the moment, but next to them are available kimono-style towels so that later if Arun wakes up at any time he can immediately help him, or maybe someone knocks on the door, at least they still wear coverings.

"Eugh," cried Ajeng when the big thing again tore his property, sore as when he was a virgin. "Know if you want to tear again, it should not need to be sewn yesterday, Mas. Tomorrow I pesen the same doctor, save the yarn!"

"Eheheheheh, yes it should be sewn, Dear. Can be torn wide to the buttocks if abandoned, this anyways tomorrow I say to the doctor, too rapet, but I like it!" plaque, what Arya doesn't like, maybe if her shaken bird is stuck in a zipper she just rejected it. "Dear, so legit!" praise Arya while continuing to push hers.

Not only raining down, Arya's lips and hands seemed to work together with each other, spoiling the fresh fruit of Arun and himself, not forgetting to scoop the sweet lips that always nagged him.

While Ajeng was convulsing like a worm, it had long been unrelated like this, it felt like a virgin back, he wanted to explode many times.

"Eerrrrgghhh!" too late, Arya could not bear the unification after all this time, the lava had been sprayed a lot into Ajeng's womb, he was tense and weak at one time. "Huuhh, haaah, huuhhh, huuuhh .. rest, keep on again yes, Dear!"

Ajeng pulled thin hair near her husband's ear, could have been shot inside, want to ask for double rations again, which there is a sharp Ajeng.

"It's not good to wear that glove, Dear!" whining doesn't want.

"Well, did Mas Arya used to be able to, bad times now?"

"Different dong, same you feel good off in the dalem, very tight, delicious, I don't want to use security!"

"Later, Ajeng got pregnant again!" wait for their child not two months. "Wait for Arun six months aja loh, Mas, play shoot-out dalemnya, in the first outiin aja now yes...."

Basic Arya who was already told, his wife nagged, he sang the national anthem in his head, basically Ajeng satisfied nagging, then he overlapped again.

And, when the release arrived, he snapped deeply and deeply, making the womb warm with the amount of lava he gave, Ajeng and Arya were both gaping, and the, before returning to kissing as the end of their game tonight.

Satisfied, delicious, relieved and extraordinary, Arya felt her body detached from the shackles, able to run here and there without feeling tired, like just releasing something heavy and stuck in the body.

Swipe his stomach. "You don't be first, pity your brother, don't listen to your papa, he's crazy!" whispered.