Mr. Arga's wife

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"Dear, baby, I'm going to cook breakfast first!" Orin shies a hug from behind her husband.

Orin did not understand since the return of the husband yesterday afternoon, her husband was like an octopus that always attached to him. He said he missed his wife very much. Though they had not met for two days but said the man they had not met for many years.

Yesterday afternoon her husband had come home and picked her up at her parents' house but they only returned in the afternoon because Orin was still continuing the cake making event with her mommy.

After his return from Orin's parents' house, Marcel was incessantly buying his wife. Even last night the man hugged her so possessively.

"I miss you baby!" He answered while kissing the shoulder of Orin who was still covered in a home dress.

"Yes-Yes later! I'm gonna go make breakfast first. You'll be late for the office!"

"I work from home today anyway yesterday just came home, still tired baby!"

Orin turned her body because she felt her husband's hands were getting naughty and fumbling everywhere. Though they had made love last night for a few rounds, does her husband still want more? Actually Orin also did not mind but somehow because of pregnancy he became sensitive and a little aggressive in making love.

"Want me a massage?"

"That's so!" Marcel answered in his powerful voice. Though usually the wife will be spoiled to him. Not even infrequently Marcel had to persuade Orin because he had to come to the office but the woman was still willing to wrestle in his arms.

"But I have to prepare breakfast for us?"

"All right." With a lethargic face Marcel was sitting on the dining chair while observing the wife who was finishing making breakfast.

Marcel used to think Orin was a spoiled woman who was not good at the kitchen and did not know about homework. But it turned out wrong after marriage Orin was able to carry out his duties well. It turns out that in his tant house, Orin learned a lot there. Although at first he felt troubled but as time went by Orin got used to it all. Even now the woman does not allow the husband to hire the services of a housekeeper.

Soon enough, Orin's breakfast was finished. Two bowls of chicken porridge with soto sauce. Marcel looked in admiration at the wife's face. He said Orin more beautiful when cooking especially with sweat as big as corn seeds it will add a sexy impression for him.

"Good meal baby!" Orin said as he put the bowl in front of Marcel.

"Darling me dong!" Pinta Marcel with the face of the weld of course Orin will be devastated to see the face of her husband.

Orin followed what Marcel wanted. He painstakingly fed the husband while occasionally directing the feed to his own mouth because indeed he himself was also hungry due to their last night romance.

"Oh yeah baby when should we go to the doctor again?"

"Two Weeks, baby. It's eight months old and it's nine."

"You don't get tired, baby, pity you and our child!" Marcel said as he looked at Orin's tired face. Although Orin said he was fine and not feeling tired in the slightest, Marcel understood quite well what his wife was feeling. Therefore every night Marcel always offered to massage Orin yes even though later he also asked for compensation to his beautiful wife.

After finishing his breakfast, Marcel insisted on helping Orin clean the kitchen. Although Orin initially refused but with an attitude of disputing Marcel finally Orin obeyed the words of the husband. Orin was cleaning the dining table while Marcel was washing the bowls and pans that had been used.

"Darling is done? We go to the room where I'm tired!" Whining Marcel, Orin was only able to follow the husband who had walked towards their room. Actually Orin was about to wash Marcel's clothes but because it looks like Marcel is very tired and his disheveled face makes Orin become unbearable.

Arriving in Marcel's room immediately put his body on the bed. Not forgetting before that he took off his shirt and threw it at the dresser by the bed. Marcel was tired, not only tired of his body but his mind too. But somehow when he saw his wife's body made his male turmoil arise, especially with Orin's distended stomach.

Orin immediately smeared his hands with a special oil to massage that did not have a pungent odor as in general. Usually Marcel would massage it but this time it was the opposite. On the sidelines Orin massages Marcel they engage in conversation about their children for the future.

"Dear massage my head too? I'm so dizzy!"

Orin smiled and said, "Lay on my thigh, I will massage your head!"

Without being told twice Marcel immediately put his head on Orin's thigh. He wrapped his hands possessively in the wife's big belly. He kissed her every now and then and then had their child talk as suggested by the obgyn doctor where Orin checked.

"Darling don't be like that! It's ticklish!" Orin said as Marcel kissed his stomach and felt Orin's chest from the outside.

"It looks like 'he' is developing well! See the size is getting bigger and denser!" Marcel said with vulgarity which made a red tinge on Orin's cheeks appear. Though they also often talk about things in bed but Orin still feels hot if Marcel says it especially with a seductive tone.

Marcel was sitting on the bed after feeling enough with Orin massage on his head. "It's a shame I feel sore on the other side too!"

"Here I massage again! Which part is bad?"

"Here!" He answered while directing Orin's hand at the part of his navel that had hardened.

"Dear dear pervert!"

"Honey let's say he wants a massage!" Marcel said that the man had now held his wife on his thighs while facing her.

"You're getting naughty, aren't you?"

Without further ado Marcel devoured Orin's lips. Although they have kissed thousands of times but it feels like Marcel will never be satisfied. Orin's lips are like morphine to her. Her hands did not want to stay still and began to enter into Orin's home dress. Slowly he began to open one by one the front buttons. Orin put his hand on Marcel's neck.

Finished kissing Orin's lips, slowly Marcel lowered his kiss on the neck and then down again while on Orin's chest. Marcel devoured Orin's two breasts voraciously. I don't know why Marcel really likes those two chewy things.

After being satisfied Marcel lowered his kiss back on Orin's stomach while occasionally tearing it up which made Orin jump great.

"Darling your parents, can you please look at you again?"