Flora Beauty Scale

Failing Alone

Morgan let go of his head and was pinned down because of his service to the wife. After Flora felt her first pleasure. He seemed to be taking a breath because his chest was pounding fast.

Looking at the wife's expression, Morgan smiled and came back in front of her sweaty-looking face. "Sugary..."

"You like me giggling in there?" Flora asked while stroking her husband's jaw.

"Like, why not?" Morgan's reply made Flora smile and it wasn't long before Flora was leading the game now.

"Then it's my turn!" Flora immediately attacked the neck that had not been hit by the beautiful painting that she would fill in the neck of her husband.

Morgan's grunts sounded to coincide with the stamp stamp Flora gave her around her neck. The soft hair became the path of Morgan's hand while his wife was working.

Satisfied with her husband's neck, Flora headed for that piece of hard chest. He gulped for a moment while staring at his perfect sculpture. "Fw...."

"Hard and warm. I like..." Flora says it with sensu@l plus a sexy face.

"Your darling.. aghhh!" When Flora's tiny lips landed on one button of her choco chips, Morgan could only enjoy staring at the ceiling.

Closing his eyes, Morgan felt clearly, there was activity in the form of ups and downs and kisses and lollipop eating scenes that seemed to be wrestled by Flora.

"Enough!" Touch Morgan while getting up and make Flora rise. The two twins clashed their tongues making Flora slowly lie down on the bed.

"Why see it that way?" Tempta Morgan saw his wife's expression on his ballistic missile.

'Feelings aren't that big, did I see it wrong? Gosh, it exceeded the size in the hot movie I watched!' Flora's bead has not been separated from Morgan's missile ready to adventure in his nest.

"Darling..."

"Ohh." Flora moaned when Morgan's thick lips were like a vacum cleaner in her solid chunk.

"I can't stand Flora." Morgan's breathing was also irregular.

"Me too, do it!" Said Flora who had sensed the friction not Morgan did.

Gaining approval from his wife, Morgan, who had made sure his wife's cave was wet, slowly moved her hips.

"God..." Flora looked at Morgan's face.

'Come on Morgan, do it well!' Morgan gave the spirit to himself to put his missiles into his lair.

'Never been before, right? I don't think it's gonna hurt.' Flora tried to neutralize her feelings that were covered in fear of a missile that was preparing to break through her holy gate.

"Agh! Morgan!" Flora screeched as she sensed a blunt object entering and breaking through her holy gate.

"Morgans.... You!" Flora seemed to want to say something, but Morgan instantly stuffed her with her lips making Flora's moans turn into peerless pleasures.

"Very tight, and narrows me! Flora, uh!"

"Morgan, tightness.... Uhh!" Both are modest when it comes to their union in a legitimate bond.

Sensing hers being pinched, Morgan played one chewy mound with her hand making Flora even more uncontrollable.

"I'm out.... Morgan!"

"Flora!"

It seemed like one round was enough, as that pretty face with sweat seemed to be pursed in annoyance while turning its back on the plain burly body it seemed to be.

"You lying?" Ask Flora.

"Not completely." Morgan replied while slipping his face into Flora's neck.

"It feels so painful. Because you lied to me!" Said Flora with a face that was still grumbling.

"I'm sorry." Flora felt their bed move and Morgan was not by her side.

Flora's bead seemed to be stealing glances because her husband was away. And right, Morgan wasn't there. "He left?" Flora said in disbelief.

Feeling annoyed at Morgan's behavior, Flora took a breath and closed her eyes due to this small showdown. Just as her eyes closed, Flora felt something wet in her sacred area. "Lt..."

"Is it still sick?" Morgan stroked his wife's sacred area with warm water that made Flora unexpectedly and silently feel it.

In addition to cleaning, Morgan also blew his holy area which made Flora close her eyes. "Thank you, sorry.... I don't blame you. I just..."

"I see, maybe I'm less slow."

"No, you're very slow." Flora spread her arms as if she wanted to be hugged and Morgan understood immediately.

"I love you, and I won't do this again. There's nothing I'm gonna hide, I'm sorry baby." Morgan's apology was received by Flora and she smiled while tightly hugging her husband's body.

"I am too." That was all Flora said, and her manic was sealed with exhaustion and a whack of sleepiness. The two fell asleep after that one-round battle.

The sound of waves crashing seemed to fill Flora's hearing. The woman woke up first, and immediately looked at the figure of her husband who was still asleep. It seemed like he was waking up, even though his eyes were still sleepy, but Flora tried to open them while tracing that firm jawed face.

"Nose like Pinocchio, sharp eyes. And..... These thin feathers, you're so perfect. I didn't expect to get a god-like sculpture to be my husband." Flora said as she continued to play her finger.

Until his finger landed on Morgan's thick lips. "Then this.... Like a vacum cleaner, I'm in trouble, but... Agh!" Flora was startled because her finger was dipped in those thick lips.

"Sugary...." Morgan opened his eyes and smilingly looked at the face of his wife who was toying with his face.

"I know I'm handsome, don't I?"

"You're surprising me!" Flora pulled back her finger which became Morgan's momentary snack.

"Beautiful! Especially like this."

"Yes, and everyone says it like that. I'm beautiful!" Reply Flora with a sweet smile.

"And I'm lucky! I got you." Morgan hugged Flora's waist, making the woman quite difficult to breathe.

"Morgan, don't get too tight ..... I trouble.." Morgan floated a kiss at various points making Flora attacked by amused taste.

"Dear, already! Haha. Already!" As she moves away from her husband, it appears that Flora's hand landed on the ballistic missile.

Seeing the silence of the wife, Morgan who certainly knows, what triggers choose to rise from the bed to the bathroom. "I took a shower first." Morgan floated a small kiss on the forehead of his wife, who was still glued. By showing all of his limbs even those who had risen to the mascimal Morgan waltzed into the bathroom.

Flora certainly saw clearly, the missile that ravaged her cave last night. "It turns out it's that big." Flora muttered with her thoughts.

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While Morgan who was already inside, could only take a breath because he could not do as he thought. "It's okay, take a break. Your sacred residence has not yet recovered, we will try again. Now just wear this." Morgan invites the ballistic missile to talk while starting its own stage of play.

While imagining the softness of his skin and the beauty of his wife's body, Morgan massaged it in a downward direction to have hers back off. "My dear, Flora... Ahhh, you're so....."

"Very hard and hot." Morgan, who had closed his eyes to imagine his wife, immediately opened his eyes as quickly as possible and was shocked to see his wife who had been in front of his missile.

"Darling, I can..... Uhhhh!" Morgan leaned against the bathroom wall as he felt the service on his missile.

Flora, who has been trained in hot films, immediately returned to pampering her husband's property that makes Morgan hissing pleasure. "Come in! Honey, move! I feel tight!" After seeing his wife have planted a missile into his sacred residence, Morgan immediately took over and the two of them unpretentiously chanted peerless pleasure.

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