Mars For The Corruption

The Part 59

"Listen Kejora! I don't like it, if you say another man's name. And I don't like it the most, what's mine is touched by someone else. Youunderstand?" Mars said very firmly, and undeniably.

The Kejora was only silent, with a confused face.

"My answer, do you understand?"

"I-I don't understand," replied the Kejora.

Mars clucked with annoyance, because as usual when talking with Kejora requires extra patience. Without wasting any time, Mars kissed his wife's lips again. His hands skilfully opened one by one, Kejora's shirt buttons. Until it was all open, and started playing in both assets owned by his wife.

"Enh ..." Legacy just came out of the lips of Kejora, which was already lulled by the touch of the hand of the master of Mars.

After a while, and began to realize that the current upper body is not wrapped by clothes. With all his might, Kejora rebelled, then bit his master's lips hard.

"Shit!" swearing Mars, after releasing his kiss.

"Sir, please let me go! I don't want to be in the heat anymore." Pinta Kejora's.

"You don't want to be caliph anymore, but now I am solemn." Mars returned to his wife's thin lips, ********** with a burning passion.

"Master, let me go! Why are you a hobby of Khilaf? And why are you so angry at me, just because Rian wants to kiss me?" A barrage of questions came out of the Kejora, as the Mars lord released his kiss. "You're selfish, and this isn't fair to me." Kejora Protest.

"Agoist? Not fair?" Mars stopped the movement of his hand, which was about to release the subordinates worn by Kejora.

"Yes, you can freely kiss another woman. And soon you will marry the woman you love the most. Then me, what is my fate? I'm ...." Kejora stopped his speech, and began to shed his tears.

Seeing Kejora cry, making Mars' heart feel sick. Mars hugged Kejora tightly. "Are you jealous when you see me kissing Monica?" Mars Whispers.

"I'm not jealous, it's just that I feel this isn't fair to me." Sahut Kejora, while wiping away her tears.

Mars sighed, knowing that Kejora was not jealous of him. And that means his wife doesn't love him yet. Mars never thought, it would be this difficult to take a woman's heart. In addition to the arrival of the old lover Kejora, it will be more difficult to get the heart of his wife. And the only way to tie Kejora, is just to get her pregnant. And it will certainly be done by Mars right now.

"Sir, what do you want?" The jolt is squealed, as the Mars lord pulls the subordinates he is wearing. To make the lower body plain, without a thread. "I don't want mister, I ..." The Kejora closed her lips, so as not to scream. When mister Mars, play down there.

"You sure you don't want to?" Mars is increasingly tempting Kejora.

"Master, I ... Ah ...." The Kejora let go of his sigh just like that.

"Ac ... " Squeak the Kejora, when again felt something enter it. It still hurts, just like the first time they made love.

Mars kissed Kejora's lips, so that his wife would feel relaxed. And start slowly. The sounds of sighs and moans filled the entire room. Hot air enveloped their entire bodies, which were burning with burning passion.

"Trust me, Keen." Mars whisper, on the sidelines of his game.

"Trust you?" Kejora repeated the words of the mars master, while biting his lower lip. Restraining the sighing voice that would again come out of his lips.

"Just believe, and open your heart to me." Pinta Mars, then kiss the forehead Kejora very gently.

Kejora did not listen too much to the words of Mr. Mars, because it was so swept up in the game that his master did.

I don't know how much time they spent making love. And at this time, Mars saw Kejora who was already sound asleep beside him.

"Sleep, baby." Mars kisses the lips of Kejora. "And be present quickly." Say Mars, while rubbing the flat stomach Kejora. Then hugged his wife tightly, and fell asleep beside Kejora. With a million hopes stored in his heart.

Nb: Sorry if a little bit² haredang 🙏

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Clean heart, soul and body...

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