Died Marriage

Tamar oh Tamar

After snapping at Mitha, Tamar recalled that his wife was sick.

"Arrrgggh." Tamar groaned loudly making Mitha surprised.

The woman was getting scared. Seeing his wife like that Tamar swore to herself. Why in the presence of his wife, does he always want to be angry?

"Don't, Mum." Mitha fluttered as the man sat down and pulled the wife on his thigh.

"Not to be a prank." The stitches are a little tart.

The thing that makes Mitha can not control herself is to see Tamar who only uses a towel.

Tease faith!

"Be good." Instead of getting Tamar's tantrums again, it's better to shut up wae's henchmen.

Tamar begins to massage on both feet. Then up in the calf. Seeing his wife's calf with a bruise, Tamar was silent to notice it.

If Mitha had not been careless, her son would still be around and soon there would be someone calling her 'father'.

(Tamar tamar, can be nyicil again woiiiiiii)

"M-mas?" Mitha was misbehaved when she saw her husband watching his calf. Moreover, there was something behind the towel that did not make Mitha comfortable earlier.

Tamar. The man just gently rubbed the bruise.

"Hm." In short, looking at the wife.

The look they meet.

Deg

Both are staring at each other. Enjoying the rhythm of dangdut on his chest.

The dug dug dug dug

Feeling that he would lose control, Tamar put Mitha's feet as before. Then rushed towards the bathroom to complete its activities.

"Dam... Every time he saw his face would always be like this!" Bait Tamar in the bathroom. He noticed something hanging inside him. He wanted to complete the desire but was afraid it would hurt his wife.

"Shiiiikkk." His people. He then continued his bath.

When he finished, Tamar came out. The man saw Mitha was walking limped towards the walk in closet.

"Gapain you?"

"Huh?" Mitha was shocked when she heard the voice of her husband.

Deg deg deg

Seeing Tamar who only wears a towel, wet hair, her face fresher than before, and the body of a sixpack that uggghhhh wants kutoel-toel to be.

"Basic pervert." Tamar's voice shouts Mitha's head. Seeing that Mitha was only paying attention to her body, she wanted to laugh right then and there. Especially with Mitha's mouth open. Wanted him to kiss her enjoying the taste....

Arghhh what am I thinking?

"If it still hurts, don't walk." Tamar is back in ketus mode.

"But-but... Arggg." Mitha was again shocked at Tamar's treatment which was so considerate even though her lips often snapped at her.

The man carried Mitha back to the bed. After that, he went to walk in closet to pick up Mitha's clothes.

"M-mas. B-Let me be alone." Mitha fluttered to herself as Tamar brought her change of clothes. Complete with underwear.

"Not to be a prank." Ketus Tamar stared intently at Mitha.

"I-I can be alone." Mitha didn't want Tamar to wear clothes.

"Do I need those lips to stop protesting?" Tamar's voice rose an octave.

Tamar slowly removed the ropes of Mitha's bathrobe. Then react. Seemed something that....

No no no no.

Tamar was trying to straighten her brain. As for Mitha, she looked in the other direction. That woman is so embarrassed.

Sreetts

One pull, the robe was already lying on the floor. Then Tamar kissed Mitha's lips while squeezing something soft. His hands were no doubt on those two gentle hills. He wanted to repeat the favor again to complete his desire. In the end his faith was tempted!

Glug

Tamar is running her own salivary.

"M-mas?" Call Mitha when Tamar is just daydreaming about her back sitting on the edge of the bed. Her plight covered two important assets in her body.

(Whose pervert is here exactly who? Mitha or Tamar? Huhhh)

This was the first time Mitha was like a little unclothed baby in front of Tamar in a conscious state.

Shittk

Again Tamar cursed. He just wanted to and did not dare to start. Basic Tamar man ego.

Tamar directly took Mitha's underwear near Mitha sitting down. The man repeatedly swallowed his salivation roughly. His finger could feel the softness in Mitha's skin when her finger accidentally touched.

"Ahh-" Mitha urged involuntarily.

Mitha was embarrassed herself. His lips should not have let out a lucnut sound.

Hearing Mitha's moans, he saw her hand that had stopped on one of those beautiful hills. The man thought it was just daydreaming.

Pantesan feels like it's real in the grasp. Apparently this is real.

Tamar hurriedly put on Mitha's clothes. He rubbed the sweat on his forehead. Why is it in her room so hot? Is the ac not working?

Tamar becomes a foolish man in the presence of her wife. Ck. Tamar oh Tamar's. If you want to tell me, right? Berabe is.

When finalized. Tamar rushed back to the walk in closet to put on her own clothes.

"Salks. What have I done?"

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In the workspace Tamar, there is Jaya who has cursed Tamar with a thousand swearlings. His lips kamit held back the annoyance.

He also wanted to complete his desire which had been two days idle. It's hard to have smart stuff. He will answer all of Jaya's words.

"Basic Damn Tamar."

He had already consumed nearly 10 cigarettes during his wait.

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