My wife Slave of Lust
Concurs
Living the early days of marriage by separating distance and time, is not an easy thing for every newlywed couple. Surely, the days we passed will always be covered in longing, which is sometimes able to press the entire chest cavity to feel tightness, in every rain the sense of wanting to meet stuck down in the recesses of the heart.
As a husband, I understand Vida's condition. She is the type of loving woman who wants to meet, indulge, and have sex every day. Although I was not as keen as him, but our hearts were related to each other, so whatever he wanted, I felt it too.
For a few seconds, I remained silent. Then I clenched his long chin, then stared fixedly at his two eyeballs that were no longer dry. The wailing she showed me was a code that she could no longer afford to distance herself and time from me. It was as if this parting made her uncomfortable and was constantly caught up in the unrest.
No one can deny that the thirst for affection, it must haunt everyone. However, certainly with different levels. No matter how strong we hold it, it will eventually require a dock to dock, or maybe just to lean back.
"You can stop working" I said in front of her troubled face. It looked like a horizontal unmarked streak on his forehead. However, a moment later it turned quiet as if it was getting a hint of attention. "You don't mind, do you?" I returned to collect the response, which had just fallen silent.
He then smiled thinly behind his shoulder face, then took a deep breath as a form of self-preparation before giving a response. "If you think it's best for us, I'm spoiled, honey." His two neutrals clashed with mine, when he said the sentence. I who heard it then smiled knot and briefly kissed his clear forehead.
Without continuing the dialogue again, I lowered my gaze down, aimed at my wife's tiny lips, then sucked out the sweetness. Vida also did not want to lose, she cleverly offset the pangs of my lips. Peeling, nge-cap, and mi-lin each tongue, as a salivary exchange that is so delicious and warm.
The fresh scent that burst into my nasal cavity seemed to bewitch my brain into a half-crazy state. The aroma of my wife's body is so distinctive with the perfume of grape extract that continues to make the naf-tribes increasingly smoldering to continue devouring it.
Now comes the time, I will bring the covering cloth that becomes the veil of the beautiful natural scenery in the form of pink-peaked twin mounds belonging to Vida. Its size is not excessive, it attracts my attention to immediately plunder the peak. Until finally both of my hands managed to unzip the knee-length dress she was wearing. Lowering his arm slowly until it passed through the chest.
With the position of the lips still fused, I assigned my sturdy finger to unclog the lacy and frothy cloth that currently wrapped the beautiful mountain complex behind it. Take off the hook and throw it in any direction.
For a moment I withdrew to look at the incredible scenery that was plastered in front of me. A sight I never got anywhere but her, my halal sweetheart.
I smiled meaningfully. It made my wife shudder in wonder, like she was wondering in her mind. "Never see, anyway?" her tan began to shy the cat and covered the chest with both hands.
My gaze, which felt hindered by his actions, then pulled both of his hands tightly coiled around my shoulders. "Maclums haven't looked at each other for a long time" I said near her ear, then carried her body in a single jolt. "Come, let's finish in bed."
