Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

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💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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Seika was immediately quiet when delivering Frey and Yara in front of the hotel room. As if you understand the situation and the situation.

"I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen. It is great to be able to accompany your trip. Have a good rest."

"Together Seika, today's trip was quite tiring." Yara chuckled to herself while nodding her head.

Frey raised his eyebrows smiling when he saw his wife getting nervous. In the car Frey's creeping hand touched the part that made his wife hold her breath and fidget during the trip home to the hotel.

Seika just smiled nodding. He leaves Frey and Yara's room.

"Darling, I took a shower." Yara said to turn her gaze to her husband. He scratched his head that was not itchy.

Before Yara leaves, Frey catches Yara's hand in full force. Yara's body was attracted to make her body turn down and landed on Frey's chest. Yara gasped, they stared at each other.

"Who told you to take a shower at this hour?"

"Huh?"

Frey smiling. "I still can't believe you really love me Yara. Am I dreaming?" Lirih Frey's.

Yara swallowed her saliva and blinked rapidly. Frey's eyes still locked him. His heart was pumped back faster. Frey's breath felt close to his face.

"I don't want to get hurt anymore Yara, when I really sincerely loved her, she even left me. I don't want you to be like that Yara."

"Who will leave you my husband. Didn't I promise to start a new life with you?" Yara said quietly almost inaudible.

"Hmmm. I wish it was like that." Said Frey closing her eyes, hugging Yara's body tightly.

"But I can't breathe, Frey."

Frey releases her embrace, examining Yara's body. "Is anyone sick? Which part hurts?" frey panicked.

Yara chuckled at the reaction from Frey." I'm fine, handsome sir."

"Why call you again?"

"Because you are the lord Miles in power. You have the power to captivate my heart." Answer Yara straightforwardly.

"Can't you call me master or name, baby?" Complain Frey. His face suddenly turned sour.

Yara smiled, again she managed to upset Frey's heart. He did deliberately do it because a handsome man in power, can frown too. "So I should call you my husband?" Yara Goda.

"Hmmm. Call my love or it could be my hubby."

"Hubby?" Yara laughing. "Ihhh. I don't want to. Everyone will sneer at us with that call. Call me darling." said Yara at last.

"OKAY. As long as you don't call me a master or a name."

Yara nodded as she continued to look at Frey. "Darling?" call Yara in her lowest voice.

"Hmm?"

"I...."

Frey's eyebrows rose from his base. "I what, baby?"

"I'm..." Yara looked down not daring to look at Frey. "I want you." Eventually those words escaped he uttered without a hitch.

DEG!

Frey surprised. "W-what?" He tried to reassure his hearing. Was it just hallucinating?

Frey's heart was hit hard when Yara wanted more. He repeatedly swallowed his saliva out of nervousness. Lovingly, Frey stared into Yara's eyes

"Are you serious, honey? Aren't you scared?"

Yara nodded her head, "Hmm I'm serious. We're gonna do it slow and I trust you."

Without a second thought Frey immediately raised his wife's body with his arms.

"Ahhhhh.." yelled Yara so surprised. Then she smiled and held on to her husband. Today for the sake of love he will give his heart to Frey.

Frey releases Yara into the clean-scented bed. Frey crept up on his wife, he looked at Yara affectionately. They looked at each other deeply and were full of love. Yara's body trembled as she looked at Frey passionately.

Frey breathed heavily from his mouth, as if restraining himself from directly attacking his wife. He caressed his wife's cheek with affection. "Are you ready?"

Yara nodded her head slowly.

"Now open it" said Frey so gently.

Yara held her breath, then unbuttoned Frey's shirt. The shirt came off and Yara threw it on the floor. Frey caught Yara's hand. He kissed his wife's hand while staring. The short kiss movement made the vibrations throughout Yara's body react quickly.

Yara kissed Frey's lips and Frey replied gently as well. Their movements were very graceful and loving each other slowly. Frey then gently stroked Yara's hair and kissed her forehead, from the temples, cheeks, to down to the chin with the back of her hand. Yara closed her eyes for a moment feeling that touch. Then opened his eyes with a warm and beautiful twinkle.

They looked at each other deeply and were full of love. Yara's body trembled as she looked at Frey passionately.

Yara's hand was clad to Frey's neck. Frey moved his face again and kissed those raunchy lips. The kiss is slow and very light. Frey opened the dress that Yara was wearing. Yara raised her hand, being cooperative to take off.

"Darling.." Frey spoke in a hoarse tone while holding the lower jaw in that firm line.

Frey just kept quiet and gave a brief peck. He further opened the link that covered the solid, beautiful part of his wife's body. Frey stared at his wife again. He kept on holding that position. His hands were straight supporting the body, becoming pillars on the left and right sides of Yara's now plain upper body. He wanted to look at the beauty of his wife from a wide range of view.

Yara's breathing wafts increasingly unstable, as Frey begins to trace every curve of her body. "Darling...." Yara's voice raucous due to passion provoked.

Frey bowed again looking at his wife with the power of his love. Slowly Frey pulls out the shorts Yara was wearing. Ditch him and drop him on the floor. Frey sniffed his wife's body again. With long breaths. He smiled while whispering. Her breathing was hot, her voice was very deep and so sensual. "I want you to enjoy and feel this fight."

"Heeeehhh..per-fight?'' Yara let out a long sigh with a nervous expression.

Just hearing those words alone, Yara felt a different sensation. He really didn't know what the fight was like. He just resigned and waited with a burning and burning passion. The whisper of desire with sensual words made his heart more turbulent and his mind more screaming. Yara's chest was getting up and down as Frey toyed around in her chest. His body is curved upwards. Yara's voice came out even more.

"Darling...." That's all it can get out of Yara's mouth.

Frey's kisses and hand gestures were so rhythmic. Yara's body curved up again, withstanding the flow of electricity at every touch of her husband's. Yara's breathing was getting stifled.

"I'm not strong anymore." Yara cupped her husband's cheek. "Please, do it immediately." Yara said as she felt her body burn with a fierce sting.

Frey rubbed his wife's hair up. Then kiss Yara's lips back. With Lmatan and deep lingual cruising. Frey is not strong anymore. He groaned and united himself with his wife.

Frey groaned there, his chin raised up, his back curved away from the mattress. A deep-rooted dull feeling spread throughout his body. He gripped Frey's arm so tightly. He had difficulty breathing, his eyes closed tightly. Frey continues to fill his wife's body and the rhythm of the increasingly turbulent love wave. Making Yara let out a long groan. It tightens its jaws. Her eyes looked at her husband.

"I love you, my husband." said Yara as her body twitched whenever a push occurred.

This romance is getting faster and more demanding. Until the time for that guidance is gone. They both release sweat that soaks the body. They let out long breaths and smiled happily.

Frey lowered his body and leaned against his wife's chest. His hand stroked under Yara's back. He hugged warmly. Stare at each other with love.

"I love you too, my wife." Frey smiled and cupped his wife's cheeks, peeping Yara's lips briefly and repeatedly. To make Yara laugh enjoying perfect happiness.

"Can we do it again?" Said Frey with his mischievous smile.

"What????"

SERIATE.....

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