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The game still leads Iqbal on Love below. Their room room is sound-only****** Love without another sound.
Iqbal touch is very crazy right, until again and again Love asks continue without shame, after all Iqbal her husband legitimately he asks continue.
Iqbal was more pleased with the request of Love who likes to want again, Iqbal happily complied with his request because he also just wanted again every day, every hour and every minute wants to do it continuously.
"Akhs.. akhs.faster is Al." The sigh of Love asks for a faster pull of her.
"okay baby." Iqbal's consent is faster to reach *******worldly paradise enjoyment.
"Thank you baby." Iqbal kissed Love's forehead and fell lying on the side with a plain body covered only in blankets.
"Together and thanks Al. You can always make me feel satisfied." Say Happy love.
Since marriage Cinta increasingly aggressive with bed games whether it is led by Iqbal or he himself. It does not make Iqbal do not like instead Iqbal liked the drastic changes Love.
Now Iqbal and Love have fallen asleep with the position of Iqbal hugging tightly Love like a bolster.
In the evening after cleaning up together in the bathroom again and again Iqbal and Love did a bed game in the bathroom. There is no rejection from Love when Iqbal wants again, even Love also wants even though a few hours ago it was a dozen rounds did not make both of them satisfied.
Love feels strange why he is like this who continues to be addicted without being able to refuse Iqbal's request. This is not the first time for Love does not refuse but has been umpteenth time.
"Baby you are getting more proficient day, I salute your game." Praise Iqbal for making Love blush and even shame.
Praise Iqbal as mocking Love is very good at learning in terms of worldly heaven not even a week Love has memorized all the games and ways to satisfy the husband, in contrast with Iqbal.
Do not be surprised all the things that Cinta knows are not far because Iqbal gave a video spectacle. After arriving in Switzerland Iqbal gave a video spectacle, his initial love rejects but various seduction enticements Iqbal his end he approves.
"Al stop your taunts!" Pouting Love confidently at this moment Iqbal was laughing complacently in his heart.
"Who's mocking you, baby? I'm praising not mocking." Iqbal answered puzzled as to how he could compliment her in a derision.
"No need to deceive Al, I understand clearly what you mean, so stop all that or_"
"Or what hmm?" Cut Iqbal quickly on Love speech by approaching her.
Right now the faces of Love and Iqbal are very close. Iqbal could hear the heartbeat and the breath of Irregular Love, it made Iqbal laugh in his heart.
"What do you want Al to do?" Nervous Love although many times together does not guarantee for Love is not nervous with this situation.
"Why the baby is not our husband and wife even we've seen all of each other, so why now you're so nervous." Tempta Iqbal is happy to see Love like this.
Iqbal likes to tease Love who is suddenly embarrassed and nervous if it is like this. Seeing his face alone is very worrisome with cheeks blushing like a guava if you are nervous.
Iqbal continued to squeeze Love with an eye gaze staring intensely at the lips of the wife. Love is getting groggy with all this from the point of view of Iqbal like a starving man ready to eat his prey.
Without aba Iqbal snatching the lips of Love, it suddenly makes Love shocked, he can not rebel because Iqbal has locked all the movements of Love.
Iqbal snuggles Love ala brydel laid to the mattress with lum*tan can not be separated from the link. Slowly Iqbal unbuttoned the Love shirt and now only left the pants and underwear alone, when want to open the hook Br* Love brushed.
"Al stop!" Say Cinta looks fixed on the face of her husband who is already at the end of lust.
"Why baby? you've made me this way so you have to take responsibility now there's no rejection." Iqbal's protest couldn't hold back anymore.
"Al is not it we've had twice in a day even a dozen rounds earlier." Reply Shy Love called a dozen rounds, it made Iqbal anxious to see his wife's face, no more make him to hold back after seeing this anxious face.
Not waiting for the approval of Love, Iqbal immediately let go of his clothes, now both of them are equally innocent without a thread on the body.
Iqbal immediately grabbed the sweet pomegranate belonging to Love by hand playing the favorite object of the twin mountains. Sipping the entire cavity greedily though still gently. Love is overwhelmed in breathing how to breathe a sigh of relief if not given a chance.
Seeing Love overwhelmed by the breath, Iqbal immediately released the lip link giving Love a breath of air.
"Huf... Al what do you want to make me die." Helaan breath Love is still not irregular still staring fixed her husband without feeling guilty.
"Baby don't blame me, it's all your fault." Iqbal blamed Love.
"Me?" Showing love to her."What's with me, it's not you who's greedy grabbing my lips as if it's candy." Denying Love does not accept.
"All because you're a baby always teasing me!" Iqbal did not lose.
"When am I flirting? you just can't help yourself. Stop blaming me for what you did." Love Protest.
"Not baby all this is wrong you're not me so now you have to take responsibility." Said Iqbal immediately grabbed the lips of Love who wanted to return protest.
This time Iqbal was as greedy as not eating a day. Love grimaced the act of Iqbal nibbling strongly in his lips.
When Iqbal wanted to start a ritual that he liked very much in the hills of the valley.
Geck...
Geck...
Geck...
There was a knock on their door, but not in Iqbal's response. The love that wants to wake up is prevented strongly by Iqbal.
"Al's someone in front, what if they come in later." Love worries that they see all this.
"Silence baby it won't happen I've locked the door, let them get tired standing there we just continue our activities." Iqbal was calm without worry.
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