My wife Slave of Lust

Wrathful

If it is already in this condition, my lack of control over the situation, will become more and more. Moreover, since pregnancy Vida is more often ignited emotions themselves. Makes me feel more wrong every day.

Hem ... I would love to submerge myself into the bottom of an endless river. As if it feels better, than having to face the wrath of a wife.

"Darling .. come on," I feel like I have no more shame in having been expelled from the front many times. When viewed from the look on his face, it was very impossible for me to obtain forgiveness.

He was still silent without a word. The more it made my brain half-spin, thinking of solutions-what if all I could do was to temper his anger?

I tried to approach my pregnant wife for the umpteenth time, put my lips on her shoulders, and kissed her deeply. Right now, there's nothing I can do about it anymore, other than shut up and act soft on it. Hopefully, this can cool his anger-ridden heart, in the blink of an eye.

As I expected, he was heard to sigh deeply, as if he was releasing a chain of wrath in his chest that had felt squeezed. Of course, negative emotions can make the soul uncontrollable and very easy to explode. He was still sitting in his position, without moving in the slightest.

I don't want to waste this opportunity either. My face moved closer to her lobe, and put a kiss there. He still seemed calm, even though his breathing sounded a little hunting. It was as if she was holding something beautiful from coming out of her mouth.

Seeing him who tried to hold himself back, I finally looped my sturdy arm on his stomach that had begun to look enlarged, although not much. I put a kiss back on his cheek, which successfully made him rotate the view facing my face. Of course, the nose bangir we met each other and there was a warm exchange of breath that both hunted.

Both of his beads locked my eyes, while one of his hands had touched my jaw which was slightly overgrown with fine hair. Moving his fingers down, as if he was saying that he was no longer angry at this time.

At the same time, I grabbed her thin lips and carried her drowning in a soft, intoxicating game. Melting all the unpleasant events and had created an uncomfortable atmosphere between the two of us, a few minutes that had been missed.

"Darling ...! I've never said, keep the towel in place," erang Vida who has started to ride black because of my habit of putting the towel carelessly if finished cleaning himself.

I was a little surprised, because I heard her golden voice blaring through the room.

Die me!

Before that, he never had a problem with that. However, the more I came here, my small mistakes were gradually made into a tantrum. Sometimes he pinched or hit one part of my body - as a form of punishment.

If only punished with such a thing, I would only respond to it with a small naughtiness or laughter, as if I did not feel sinful. However, if he had already started silencing expressionlessly, that was where I could not joke anymore.

Everything I do will only be in vain, because Vida will not respond to it. For me, it is better for him to grumble all day because of the mistakes I have made, rather than to be left alone all day or even days. I really can't.

"Hehe, 'there will be a dear who is right," I said with a grim face. Vida looked increasingly angry, and picked up the towel, then threw it at me.

"Hubliness! I don't like to know, seeing a messy house. You should know dong" he said back.

I could only scratch my head that was not itchy, as if I was expecting a scolding like what else would hit me. I may not go to work if it is like this.