Marrying Surrogate Mother Tanteku

The Bonus Part 2

Dasen immediately moved, but instead of letting Dusk stand to greet the husband. But she hugged her mother tightly from the side. It is always not willing if Darren touches the woman who has given birth to him.

As usual, Darren always flicked his lips in annoyance.

"Das ... Mama take care of Daddy for a second," Dusk stretched Dasen's embrace.

"No, Mama! Daddy can take care of himself. Dasen still misses mama." The one hundred and seventy inch tall boy is getting possessive.

Dasen dropped all of Darren's traits too soon. Not just possessiveness and jealousy towards the mother. But the blood of the Casanova of responsibility had already flowed thickly in his body.

Beyza can always quell Darren's annoyance. He immediately nodded at the spoiled arms of the man who was getting older, the more handsome he looked. The charm is not dim inedible with age.

"Dadd, daddy should look cool tomorrow. Comeing! Bey pick up clothes for Daddy tomorrow." With the spirit of Beyza invites Darren up to the second floor.

The two eyes of the Twilight husband were sharply staring at Dasen. At first glance, but had made the views of the two clashed. Dasen like no fear, even kissed the cheeks of his mother bertubi-tubi. It's been that big, doesn't make Dasen stop spoiled. He will only be cool and cuckoo if there is a female friend.

Derya only smiled as she watched Daddy and her brother. The calm one who would only throw his smile, whatever commotion and silliness that occurred in front of him.

After being satisfied to see Darren upset, Dasen also let go of the mother to give a late welcome to his daddy.

In Beyza's room, it's been ripping apart the contents of Daddy's closet. It was clear that it made Dusk instantly scream hysterically. One new habit of the charming woman since children often provoke her emotions with delinquency and drama of small quarrels between brothers.

"Bey, mama's done this well. All have their colors. If you choose Daddy's clothes, it doesn't need to be this big. You just add to your mama's job." Dusk snorted in annoyance, while folding back some of the clothes.

Darren sounded still refreshing and cleaning himself in the bathroom, surely the man was waiting for clothes that are usually prepared by the wife.

"Alright, Mama chose it. That's cool, Ma. Beyza believes mom won't make Daddy Bey look ugly. Love you, ma. But love more for daddy." Beyza always teases Dusk too.

"Love you too, sweetie. Sure oes. Daddy is yours." Dusk replied casually, in contrast to Darren who always did not accept that Dasen said similar things but not the same to him.

Beyza left the room with the confusion without sin. Clothes scattered, forcing the hand of Dusk still move clean even though the mouth does not stop nagging. The presence of extraordinary children with differences in nature and character, successfully making him who used to tend to be silent when angry and upset, now changed dramatically. The Twilight Nag is the melodious song that Darren awaits whenever they gather together.

"The book later. Now there's something more important to take care of." Darren hugged his wife from behind. Whispering on the nape of the twilight neck. Still that romantic.

Twilight, turned his body. Gently peek at her husband's lips. "I love you, Ask ...."

"Love you more, Ask ... Don't duet me with anyone. That kid's grown up, he should've been ashamed to kiss you like that. He already understands cute girls. They often bring them in too. Why is it still spoiled so. Treat him a little mature, so he learns to behave like a grown man." Darren Cerocos. His tone sounded annoyed, but his hands had already infiltrated into the clothes of the boss who was worn by Dusk, stroking the wife's flat stomach.

"Jeez, Ask ... He's your son. Your drip is more precise. Look how possessive and jealous Das is. Because you two, how can Dusk get out of the house without you now. Smiling at Amar and Ali alone shouldn't even be. Every Kenzi comes with Ulfa, like his father, who's asking for something like that now." cerocos Dusk. Still not fooled by the hand of the husband who had intended to penetrate into the chest that stood out.

"It ... Just grumble later. Now good love first. Just sec. Ten minutes is enough, if the duration of five minutes is also gpp. Before dinner. I haven't had a bath yet, I'm just plain wet. Later before prayer we take a bath together again." Darren unbuttoned the twilight top shirt slowly.

She knew and knew how her husband was. Still do not like to be denied, although sometimes also willing to give up with the desire of the wife.

Darren opened the winding of his towel, not a single thread stuck there now.

"Just go ahead, Ask ... Afraid the kids suddenly call us. Here!" Dusk pulled her husband on the bed. took off the top shirt whose buttons were all open perfectly. Then slowly, stripping off everything that was attached to the smooth white body that was still a singset thanks to the expensive treatment.

Seventeen years of marriage, not the least desire Darren reduced to the wife. The ones that existed were increasing, it was just that their expression space was now more limited. The two could no longer kiss as carelessly as they used to.

Twilight is now resting her body on top of Darren's. Directing her ownership to the core part of her husband's property. Without the help of hands, the two are perfectly fused. The woman began to act with her hips, back and forth, up and down and swerving feelingly.

Darren's hand was already playing two chewy things like squisy wildly. Like a couple who are young and thirsty will make love. The two still enjoy every second of their struggle with an increasingly extraordinary heart and love.

Feeling hers was already wet, Dusk asked to switch positions. Darren is now above her body, and the full control and power of her is in the hands of her husband.

Given the time is not much, Darren also pushed the core back and forth and in and out faster. His eyes continued to look at the loving wife's face mixed a little with lust. The face of Dusk is extraordinary if you are wrestling with him on the bed. He didn't want a second to be off that face when in the position he was in now.

"Ask ... Dusk will again, Ask ..." sighed Dusk, making him more excited. Muscles all over Darren's body stiffened, the whirring of the peak of pleasure was already on the verge of his hole. Not until a minute later, the thick white liquid that was now impossible to make his wife's stomach enlarged, escaped from the core of his body. Slightly spilled because of so much.

With breath still panting, Darren rained down on his wife's kissed neck. "Brake together, yuk! Maghrib is still forty minutes away." whispered Darren intently.