Gala Asmara [Mature From Small ]

# G's. A 3

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Lek's check...

Gala opened the door quietly, a big smile clearly visible on her handsome face that had just returned home from the office.

"The children were brought by Ummi with Abi?" gala asked as she walked closer to the bed where the wife was sitting leaning.

"I wasn't asked?" sahut Ara with his lips.

Gala gave a small laugh, he climbed on the bed and hugged Ara from the side, knowing that his wife was sulking.

"Now if the dateng asked is definitely ucil there ucul. Ara was not asked. Ala doesn't love Ara anymore, does she?" rajuk Ara who knows how many times complained about this and stupid Gala always forget even though the man often promised not to repeat.

"Honey really, very dear to Mimih." rayu Gala While peeping Ara's head repeatedly.

"Well shower? shower with yuk. He's krucil doesn't exist. We're not in rusuhin" Gala asked with a teasing smile.

"Hem, come on"

Ara was easily annoyed, but her anger was never long. The beautiful woman was soft-hearted but faint-hearted, it would melt when Gala reviewed her best smile.

Without taking the time, Gala carried Ara ala bridal style to the bathroom, Ara laughed because the husband kept teasing her.

That soft, burly hand immediately pulled Ara's waist. Close their faces until the most sensual parts touch each other. Gala kissed her halal lips very gently, her breathing was still calm and her hands were nowhere but all that was no longer Ara sense as she instead provoked her husband's calmness.

Ara who is often ignorant, started the action first. He took off his pagutan and squatted down.

The two delicate hands were busy opening the belt that her husband was wearing, after releasing Ara lowered the zipper and she took out the pendant papaya that had swelled large.

A smile was clearly smirked on Ara's face.

"Hey, where are you going to throw up?" kekeh Ara before kissing the tip of the most sensitive man she looks.

Ara devoured him gently, his tongue play was able to make a Gala ArMikha Rahardian Wijaya fly into the sky seventeen.

Ara's long hair in the Gala squeeze because he was unable to withstand the pleasure given by his wife. I don't know who taught the mother of two children that clearly now Ara often lead the game in their bed. As tireless, he never refused and reasoned to pursue reward when the reason was certainly not that, satisfaction at the peak of release was their goal.

"Ra. again baby. Deeper" the voice of pleasure-filled Parau echoed into the rest of the couple's lavish bathroom.

Gala occasionally nibbled on her lower lip as Ara also mischievously played her two magic pouches. It feels amazing not to be revealed by anything.

Ara who is still happy down there directly pulled to get up, his top clothes have now been thrown in any direction by Gala somewhere and the wrapping cloth of his two favorite valleys. If it was Ara who devoured hers, of course now replace Gala who enjoyed the two areas alternately. A bite of a small bite did not escape Gala gave until the wife nende legitimately great. Her eyes were closed receiving all the treatment of her husband.

"Now yes, Ra.." Pinta Gala asked permission while unbuttoning Ara's pants.

"Don't, Pih" refused Ara.

"Why?"

"Ara's song came the moon" Ara replied with a small smile.

Gala who was shocked certainly did not accept the reason given by his wife, while his own already struggling to release.

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Yes, squat again Cepetan!!!!

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Uh Si Gala 🤣🤣🤣🤣

It's so bang 😆😆