Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)
The hot ending
Special 18+
The underage. Brim over!
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The designer got up from the bed, approaching Irwan who was behind him.
"Maaas .. don't sulk, dong."
Skept, Irwan did not respond. Only the jakun moves up and down. Swallowing saliva and restraining the libido that is getting higher due to the sensual sound of Reka.
"Mas, come on dong. He said again pingin ...." The design smiled obliquely.
Indeed, Irwan is good at holding back, even though Thomas has stiffened like a wood, hard.
Feeling not getting a good response from Irwan, Reka was pouting and smothered her chest.
"Yes, deh. I want to go straight to sleep" said Reka. He turned his heels about to step.
However, suddenly the body was restrained because Irwan had already hugged her from behind. "Basic naughty. Where are you going?"
Irwan drowned his face in the recesses of Reka's neck. Inhaling and blowing that smooth nape. The design chuckled and wriggled holding back amusedly.
"Mas, it's already."
She gave a loud chuckle as Irwan continued to kiss her neck. While the hands are so deftly tickling.
"You're naughty, anyway. So now you're being punished."
Sounds authoritarian. Speech that affects the face of the Design. It used to be probably going pale after hearing that word. But different from now. The face is red like a tomato. Understand what the word 'punishment' means.
"Where did you learn such naughty things, hmm." Irwan swivel the nose of the design. I am worried about his wife's behavior.
Blushed, the designer said, "Come, Mas. It seems like due to the delay of widows."
Irwan laughed loosely, hearing the words and seeing the expression of Reka made him even happier. Tonight he completely changed his eyes on Reka. It turns out that in addition to calm, his wife has a sly side and also wild.
"But it doesn't matter, I love it, honey." Irwan led Reka and laid her down slowly on a mattress that was filled with flower petals. "Mas really miss you, honey. It will not be far from you. It's kind of like a bitch, but it can't die."
Terbahak, Reka was unable to hold back a laugh. There could be a word 'fucked" at the end of the fight. "There are you, Mom."
The hot night began. Both of them enjoyed the game very much.
After finishing with that give and take activity, Irwan collapsed on top of Reka.. Smiled sincerely and grabbed the hairdresser who covered his wife's closed eyes.
"I love you, Reka."
"Love you too, Mommy."
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The life of Reka and Irwan is just like the household of most people. Argument and anger became the flavoring spice in that small family. And luckily Irwan is not as rough as it used to be. Make the Design survive to build a small family that has been awarded the most precious gift of God, Vero Ardian Irka. And all their anger and frustration will end when the two wrestle on the bed. Crotch problems, pervasive pleasure (he-he-he).
"Basic jerk, how dare he embezzle the company's money." Irwan growling. Grasping his phone firmly. He was angry when he got news that one of the company managers had corruption of apprentice salary.
"Observe you, a shithead like you should be in jail" he continued. Throw the flat object on the workbench and rub the head that only grows two centimeters of hair.
And unexpectedly, Irwan's eyes caught the body of the little boy standing in the doorway of the room. The figure that looked at him with a confused expression. The figure that made Irwan's face pale immediately.
"Vero, here, son. Hugged Dad," said Irwan. Seduce by developing a smile. Get out of the chair and open your hands. I wish my son would run to her. But unfortunately, instead of running towards him, Vero instead moved away and approached Reka who was busy arranging food on the table.
"Ah, fuck!" Irwan punched the wind. Run after Vero to the dining room.
Pulling an apron, Vero raised his head, staring at the face of Reka who was carrying a bowl of chicken soup. "Mother Mother, what's that son of a bitch?" ask him with sparkling eyes.
Surprised, the eyes of the designer rounded wide. Hearing the child's question made him throw a sharp gaze at Irwan who had been staring not far from him. "Vero know where that word comes from?" ask me Soft design. Put the chicken soup on the table and start squatting. Align yourself with her five-year-old son.
"Tau dali Daddy. Daddy's a jerk."
Jeder!
Serara in lightning strike. The gaze of the eagle Reka made Irwan hold his breath. He approached the designer who was already in killer mode. Holding the hands of the clenched designer. "Darling, plis sorryin. That was a slip," said irwan, groaning.
She looked at her son who still looked confused. "Vero played with Nara first, yeah. Later Mommy will follow," said Reka, carving a smile on her face that already looks sour.
"Yes, Mother."
After the departure of Vero and Nara, now Reka squinted again. Looking at Irwan as if he was able to swallow him alive. "Not kapok yet also apparently," said Reka, furious.
"Son, Honey. That's leachability. I swear, plis don't be defiled again. Mas shy. Cook there's a CEO whose head looks like a former magician." Irwan groans, cupping both hands near his chest. Wishing Reka to let go and forgive him. Maybe he's the only one in a year, but he's been bald six times.
"Pliss, yes ...." Bends knees. Irwan looks sad.
But baby, Reka's already walking backwards by bending her knuckles. Instructs Irwan to follow his steps towards the backyard. "Come, Mas. Spots."
Irwan took a deep breath then swallowed the saliva with great difficulty.
"Noooo!"
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EXPIRE.
