Not the Substitute Bride

Chapter 33

"We're the first night, huh, mas?" Maheera immediately stopped Shaka's activities.

"No, baby, just making kids. So many years patiently waiting for you, finally can too. Dare to run away again, watch out for you!" Shaka said with a slightly threatening tone.

Maheera did not respond, inexplicably this woman felt opium rubbing the chest of her husband's field. Shaka smiled at his wife's behavior, this man again clenched Maheera's sweet lips.

A little warm-up, in the end Shaka began to get ready for further action.

Slightly wide open, this man glanced down which looked a little dark. There was a sense of thump inside the chest, for the first time Shaka touched a woman so far.

Without saying anything, Shaka immediately thrust his boneless pestle into his wife's narrow dimple.

Bug... aaaarh.

"Patience dear," said Shaka who actually did not reach the heart.

The second first knock did not come in either, until the third blow was also the same to make Shaka start frustrated what else his wife continued to complain about the loss.

"Silver mas," complained Maheera.

Shaka rubbed his wife's forehead and said. "Patience, this is just for a moment. This one's coming in!"

Returning to take a position, Shaka's hands began to be ordered to open the hairy wallet until finally....

Jamb.... Shaka let out a sigh of relief as his boneless hard trunk entered into a fairly narrow valley.

"Finally in too." Shaka said in his heart.

Both breaths sounded irregular. Maheera occasionally threw away her gaze in embarrassment while being stared at by Shaka.

Shaka grabbed his wife's hand and placed it on his back. It felt like Maheera was running away, but their bodies were fusing right now.

Slowly Shaka began to shake his hips, the up and down movement being the opening. Want to do what style? They are still equally innocent. Even Maheera was as rigid as an electric pole.

"Darling, react!" Shaka.

"Where?" Maheera asked who was actually confused.

Maheera's eyes widened when her husband suddenly landed his head on his two breasts. Even more surprising, Shaka dared to suck one of them to make Maheera moan even his legs did not stop moving to hold the pleasure.

Birds under play, both hands play even his mouth also comes into play as if not to waste the opportunity.

"You're so good, baby." Shaka's whisper gives Maheera goosebumps.

Keep shaking, until in the end Maheera close her legs as if holding something that wants to come out even both hands are busy squeezing her husband's hair. Similarly to Shaka, this man felt that if something was about to come off, this man accelerated his movements to make their skin rub against each other.

Sir.. sir.. sir. that's how it sounds Uh. ah. uh. uh.. ah.... Shaka accelerated his movements.

Plok..luck....

"Buck...!" Ogled Maheera with a stiffened body.

Aaaaarh. The warm seed Shaka had spilled in the womb of the woman who had become his wife now.

The roar of breath that is so hunting, the body that begins to weaken as if it is a sign that the game has ended.

But, just as Shaka pulled out his magic wand, the hard, boneless trunk stood back up.

"I'm opium on your body" whispered Shaka so spoiled. "Dear, let's enjoy tonight." His words were re-hugging Maheera's body.

Shaka's wait finally paid off, not in vain his struggle so far in captivating Maheera.

Such a beautiful night, both of them are busy rowing love full of warmth tonight. Towards midnight, Shaka ended the game because Maheera looked very tired. Go clean for a while in the bathroom. For now he has not felt any pain in the lower area.

"Thank you for tonight, my wife." Shaka hugged his wife. "Great night, so good to taste." Its effects.

"What do I want to comment?" Maheera.

"Not to comment, sleep baby. It's late" said Shaka, who was hugging his wife.

Because it was very sleepy and tired, Maheera finally fell asleep as well while Shaka was still busy with his thoughts.

"Is destiny on my side, or luck? I don't care about all that matters now that Maheera is mine, my wife, the mother of my children. I will give her the love she has never felt from her family. My promise will always make you happy, Maheera." Shaka said in his heart.