Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Torture
"Cute?" that gentle call made Cia lift her face.
Even the woman in the ashes was seen leaning against the bathroom wall, Cia was really not strong with the creature of God, who was in front of her at this time.
What's more when he sees Alkan turning around, approaching towards him, with a plain, wet body and it makes Cia not want to take her eyes off Alkan.
Grep's!
Cia further melted on the spot, as Alkan hugged his body tightly. Even Cia could feel that the husband was giving a slow suction in the niche of his neck.
"Cold," murmured softly Alkan.
Both of his hands tightly hugged the wife's body, even though this hug was not warm enough for her.
Cia also regained consciousness hearing Alkan muttering, quickly the woman put a kimono towel on her husband's body.
"Let's get out first." take Cia.
Even when they came out, Alkan still hugged his body tightly. Cia was a little troubled when she stepped up, because she tried her hardest to support her husband's body.
"Mas Al sat down first, Cici would take clothes," said Cia memelas.
How not to melas, currently the favorite Thai cassava is ready to be enjoyed, but Cia does not have the heart when seeing the owner.
"No need, I want to hug." murmured softly Alkan.
The dimpled man carried Cia into his arms, even as Alkan quickly grabbed a blanket to wrap his body. Cia who could not wart could only resigned, even the woman was enjoying this atmosphere.
Whether conscious or not, Cia slowly opened the half-wet shirt she was wearing, then threw it haphazardly in the direction. Cia even opened a br*a, and left only her knee-length home pants.
As her innocent skin came into contact with Alkan's body, Cia could feel how cold her husband's body was. The Madame Alkan tightened her body, even now it seemed that Cia was wearing nothing, under the thick blanket that was wrapping her body and her husband.
The two lovebirds hugged each other under the covers, giving each other a warm feeling and comfort. Alkan even more hardened his hold on Cia, a warm feeling released by the wife's body, making Alkan slowly warm up.
While Cia, the dead woman bit her lip, while feeling something alive and moving her thigh area. The cold object felt increasingly enlarged, when the body temperature of the owner began to warm.
"Mas Al, don't move on." lamented Cia.
"Hm," Alkan responded with deheman.
Both of his eyes were reluctant to open, the dimpled man was enjoying the warmth of his wife's body too much, not realizing how tormented Cia was right now.
It feels like both of Cia's hands are itching, want to pat the object that just keeps swiping her smooth thighs. Because Alkan does not want to stay still, automatically the Thai cassava also moves and increases in size.
"Mas," whined Cia.
He was right wrong now, wanted to reach it but could not, but if not achieved would be more tormenting him.
"Mas, sleepy darling," muttered Alkan quietly.
The Mr. Penghulu increasingly tighten his deck, and it was successful in making Cia increasingly bite the anxiety of the blanket that was wrapping his plain body.
'Udah in this torment the end of the tip at the stay molor.' cried Cia's heart.
PATIENCE CI😂😂😂😂
SI PERPETR😍😍😍😍
