My Sweet Lecturer

Husband Wife

The sturdy body hugged the woman in her confinement, her lips guerrilla leaving wet blisters on her wife's neck. A soft sigh*an voice finally came out of Yona's mouth. 

“I miss you too, my husband,” replied Yona in a raucous voice, there is something in her body that asks to be immediately satisfied, releasing the soul that had been confined before the marriage between them was accomplished.

Despite living as a model and several years of free living without the direct supervision of her parents, Yona never had a marital relationship before the time came. There have been many men, ranging from his girlfriend, a producer, and also some famous businessmen in the world who ask him to be their bed warmer. But Yona firmly rejected it.

What is Yona looking for? The money? A fortune? Or power? Yona has everything. William's family had everything the striped-nose men promised him that Yona would sleep with them.

But that's not what Yona was looking for, the woman wanted love. Not only a hot struggle to channel the beer*ahi himself, but bercin*ta who Yona wants to be with a man who eventually becomes the husband and father of his children later. 

And, on this day Yona's dream came true. She found one man who made herself unable to resist every touch, lash, or even the seductive gestures of her husband. The reason is only one, because the man who is in charge of his body is the man who has become his husband.

Regan again kissed Yona's shoulder, the man touched Yona's chin, kissed the woman's lips slowly.

“Can I ask for my rights, my wife?” regan asked so gently, making Yona's chest feel like exploding when Regan's lips asked for her right in such a polite way and also humanizing Yona as a wife.

It could be that Regan forced his will, but Regan did not want to hurt Yona's feelings just because of being lulled.

Yona nodded, agreeing to Regan's request because it had indeed been the right of the man who had valiantly asked for his parents' blessing. The man who made Yona feel so comfortable that it never occurred to her in the slightest thought to look for another man when Regan was still in a coma at the time.

“Yes, this body belongs to you, my husband,” Ooze Yona in a hoarse voice filled with gai*rah that began to burst in her heart.

Regan hugs Yona's body, peeping at the woman's forehead. Her hands twitched towards the kimono bond that became Yona's plain body cover. The kimono was slowly opened until it fell on the bed, displaying the makeup of his wife who is ready to have it all for today.

Regan's lips kissed Yona's neck so sensu*al, went down to the shoulder and gave a seductive wet kiss on Yona's back. The taste of salty, delicious, and longing, melted into one increasingly makes their blood boil, asking to be satisfied their desire both.

Whimpering, the village*han for the sake of the village*han began to adorn the lips of Regan and Yona. Regan's gaze was fixed on Yona's twin mounds. Regan's hands began guerrillaizing there, touching the top of the twin mounds gently until Yona squealed an irresistible tickle.

Full of pleasure, Yona moans unable to think logically or even maintain her sanity as Regan's lips and tongue tease the top of her twin mounds until the center of her body feels an unusually delicious throb.

Is this what all married couples feel? A sense of happiness and also feelings that Yona can not express to be a representation of how the situation struggles with her along with Yona.

Yona's body moved, shuddering amusedly like holding back a tickle.

“Don't .. tease me, babe,” erang Yona full of enjoyment.

Regan smiles. “Enjoy it, Honey. You are so intoxicating, I want to go crazy,” Languid Regan felt his blood boiling, teasing the twin mountain peaks of Yona with his lips and one hand moving a circular motion at one of the other twin peaks of Yona.

“I don't... hold it again,” Oozing Yona with her burning eyes asking to immediately let go of that pleasure.

"Please," kekeh Regan still enjoys flirting with his wife.

Regan's hand occasionally stroked Yona's legs until it rose to the center of his wife's body. Yona quickly blocks Regan's hand, I don't know if she's embarrassed. Never showed it to any man in the world. Regan was the first man to see the center of his body.

“It's okay, I'm your husband, honey,” Regan said assuring Yona that they're both married and legal both in front of religion and in front of the country.

Yona should not be ashamed of what they are doing together, this is a worship for all married couples. That is how religion explains it.

Yona eventually nodded, letting Regan open her legs, wrapping her legs around her waist.

“I'm ashamed,” great-grandson Yona ventured to look at her husband's face.

Like a child imitated gulali, Regan gazed at the pleasure center owned by his wife with passion*ah, so challenging for him to explore in there. Regan's eyes look like giving the meaning that the man demanded more not just to look, but also feel the comfort.

Regan again teases Yona with her game, the woman so shuffled herself to rise from her position. Yona's hands without prior warning began to undress Regan one by one and throw her to the floor. Now their bodies are both innocent without a single thread even though it runs on the bodies of Regan and Yona.

Yona's hands curled around Regan's neck, kissing her husband's lips blindly. Regan smiles to herself in her heart, not expecting Yona to be this wild as the fiery turmoil in her body asks to be immediately satisfied.

Yona's eyes stared at Regan's possession. Is that what he said was small? Yona had to revoke her own remarks because Regan's ownership was so.

Regan's possession begins to tighten, especially with the fine friction of Yona's skin on her plain skin further making her brain craze. The subtle friction that Yona did on Regan's body made her close her eyes .. It was so intoxicating that Regan shakings held her back even longer.

“I want it now, I want to put it together now,” Lirih Regan kissed Yona's curves.

Yona mumbled her nackal smile, it was wrong who Regan had teased her for that long. Now let Yona flirt with her husband first before giving him what he wanted earlier.

Erang*an and the bellows escaped many times from Regan's mouth when Yona's aggressive movements always deliberately nudged her center of tension.

“I can't take it anymore,” said Regan, pulling Yona's body until the woman lay underneath.

Regan opened both of Yona's thighs, staring at the scene in front of her with complete madness. Regan starts warming up, making Yona bite her own lower lip.

“Claw me if you feel pain,” said Regan only answered a nod of the head by Yona.

“Just do it,” replied Yona who was also already unable to hold herself back any longer.

Her husband started swiping the blunt object around her pleasure center, there was a very unusual sensation Yona felt when the blunt object was there. Regan further tightened her body, Yona's legs coiling with reflexes on the man's waist.

The subtle friction down there made Yona squeal, she could not stand it anymore, it felt so cramped, yet so delicious. Regan stared again at Yona's innocent body, amazed at the masterpiece God had sculpted on the body of the woman who had now become his wife.

Regan's one hand led the blunt object there was a way, with one slowly pounding Regan through the barrier wall he had to pass through first. Eventually the two desires came together. A very happy feeling enveloped Regan, the man took out his back, seeing some bloodstains sticking there.

Regan's eyes glazed over, the man lowered his head to kiss Yona's forehead.

“Thank you for handing it to me, honey,” said Regan felt that he became the happiest man in the world.

The man re-united their bodies again, doing a back and forth motion on his waist in a very seductive rhythm. Regan's hips moved up and down, the man closed his eyes.

“You sucked me,” erang Regan subdued her body, smearing Yona's lips with gai*rah popping inside her.

The bottom they are still united asking to continue to be satisfied. Yona incubated, this was the first time her body had united with a man in her entire life.

“Oh, Darling ... It's really warm and .. scrumptious,” shrewd Regan nibbles small Yona's neck.

Regan's hand guerrillaized again at the top of Yona's twin mounds, tempting the woman to the dagger as she felt right now. Sweat drenched both of them. The love that hunts between the two of them is incredible. The union of love, loyalty, and longing melts into one enjoyment that is second to none in this world.

The sensation of warmth and tightness in the center of Yona's body increasingly makes Regan intensively play his hip movements until Yona groans, mende*sah and screams so delicious pounding and vibration in their bodies both.

“I want to go out,” erang Yona felt the center of her body like she wanted to take something out.

“I too Dear, you clamp me so deep and scrumptious,” said Regan when the two had reached the peak of enjoyment.

Regan's body collapses over Yona's body without letting go of their unification. Regan closed her eyes, enjoying Yona's current heartbeat rhythm. His face rubbed directly against the plain skin of his wife, Regan's hand still holding the top of the twin mounds of Yona which had been stiffening ever since.

Regan looked up, the eyes of the two of them met.

“I love you,” said Regan hugging Yona's body so tightly.

Their breaths hunted each other, their fingers tightly intertwined, grasping as if they did not want to let go of each other.

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