Marrying my Best Friend's Cousin
Just Die
Pushing Nathan's field chest, Caca released her link and took a deep breath. Holding the mischievous hand of her husband who had wandered everywhere, the woman shook her head. Doctors have not allowed them to have sex because Caca has just had a miscarriage.
"Well!" the man breathed violently, his eyes were burning lust, but he did not want to be selfish, quickly Nathan moved and grabbed cold water from the refrigerator and gulped it down to the toilet.
"Is this sick?" caca asked while treating Nathan's wounds.
"No, it hurts more when you ignore me," Nathan poked Caca's chin making the girl snort.
"What's the hmm?" noticing his suddenly moody wife, Nathan clutched the tiny body.
"If Lisa was your child, would you marry Amanda?" Caca looked at her husband with teary eyes.
Shut up, Nathan is speechless. His heart refused to share, which husband could be double if he already had a woman who is very much loved. Even seeing her heart cry made her heart scream.
"I don't want to be pitted," pricking her husband's chest using her index finger, Caca whined with a face made as blank as possible.
"I don't want to marry anymore either" Nathan said, slipping a child's hair over Caca's face.
"Want to?"
"We're dead,"
"What?"
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"Ah... Om," sighed in delicacy as he closed his eyes, Tifani continued to fumble while calling out the name of her beloved husband.
"Fore more oms!" tifani protests because he felt the tempo of Zafran was getting slower.
"It's just been a few minutes tired!" Tifani flicked her lips and raised her loose T-shirt.
Zafran breathed a sigh of relief, mourning the misfortune that kept approaching him. Already flying to think about getting intake, but it turned out to be a masseuse for several hours, not to mention having to scratch the back of the wife who said itchy.
"Fan.." jumped up and sat down next to Tifani, Zafran gave a heartfelt look.
"What?" looking at the husband who seems to want something.
"You want that?" zafran asked cautiously, his hand reaching for a pillow in anticipation of his wife going berserk.
"That's what?" putting on a bego face, Zafran was really frustrated with Tifani's behavior.
"Main dyed dyes,"
"Drinking tea while dipping biscuits means?"
Patting his eel and somersaulting, the man's action managed to make Tifani laugh. "You want to breed, don't you mean?" the question that came out of Tifani's lips managed to make Zafran stop his action rolling left and right.
Nodding quickly with a sparkling face, gulping down his gruff saliva as suddenly Tifani opened his shirt, as a normal man, it was obvious that he had instantly stirred up something down there, although the size of Tifani's chest is not too big because of his young age, but it does not matter to Zafran, it falls into the ideal category for him.
"Let's do it!" Tifani breaks Zafran's daydream, but when Zafran was just about to approach, a shrill voice echoed from outside his house.
"Sir Nindi!" Tifani grabbed her shirt and put it on again, the woman left Zafran still riveted.
"Damn my grandmother, patient bro, now use her left hand only.." her body slumped to the floor. His hand rubbed his sword which was already upright, he moved and grabbed the towel carelessly, unaware if it was Tifani's pink towel with a bra stuck in the towel.
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Gosh darn.. Oh, my God, what was yakk? Auahh dark️
