PASSION OF MY WIFE'S FRIEND

Treacheries

Ziva put his hand on Abian's neck. Their faces are now only a few miles away. The smell of vanilla on Ziva's lips is so tempting. So Abian was tempted to taste the lips that once landed on his lips last night.

Without waiting any longer, Abian managed to devour Ziva's tiny lips. At first they play it so gently, the longer their breath is hunting and the game begins to heat up.

Abian close his body to Ziva, as if their closeness was not enough. Ziva's hands were everywhere. The kissman is now down to the neck, and rolling every surface of Ziva's smooth skin. The woman bit on her own lips, holding back the sensation that was felt running all over her body.

The game continued on, their blood as if boiling and churning. Both of Abian's eyes were filled with has rat so that he was no longer aware of his current status.

"God .. Jess, baby .."

Ziva grabbed a little of Abian's hair as the man's hand slipped in with his mischievous squeezing a large breast. Unmitigated, Abian devoured a pink boba after successfully removing Ziva's clothes.

"Nuhh .. Mphh .." Ziva continues to grieve.

Not wanting to let Abian fight alone, Ziva aggressively felt Abian's heirloom still wrapped in pants. It gave a slight squeeze and he felt something hard and tense inside.

Abian's breath was heard hunting more and more. The man put Ziva to sleep on the sofa, while he was busy unbuttoning and zipping his pants.

"Oh my god, it's so big" Ziva said when he saw Abian's body was now plain without a piece of cloth.

Ziva is getting excited. He was impatient for the heirloom to stick in his cave hole.

Abian pierced Ziva's body, the man again kissed Ziva's lips. And his hand had already intruded into the **********woman to warm up. He felt that Ziva's part was very wet, so he no longer hesitated to stick heirlooms in Ziva's cave hole.

"Mayh .." The sigh from Ziva's mouth again escaped, Abian began to move the heirloom from a small movement into a very fast movement.

Because the call was not answered, the phone screen again displays the lock screen. Not long after, the name Aruna again appeared on the screen of the phone.

Elsewhere, in front of the restaurant where Aruna works. The woman repeatedly stuck a flat object in her earlobe, hoping her husband answered the phone from her. Because it's time for Abian to pick up. But the man hasn't come yet.

"Abian, where are you going? Why don't you answer my phone?" muttered Aruna feeling uneasy.

Aruna tried to send me a chat. But ten minutes later, the chat has not been read, especially in reply.

"Did Abian fall asleep, huh?" thought Aruna.

"Ah, but not possible. Abian never forgot to pick me up. Where's he going, huh?"

Aruna's feeling is getting bad. He feels restless. I don't know why.

Aruna called again, but the result was the same. Abian didn't answer his phone either.

"Then I order a taxi online. I'm afraid my husband's falling asleep."

Aruna opened her phone again and started booking her taxi online. Five minutes later, an online taxi arrived. Aruna got into the car.

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