Pretending to be Innocent Though Lust Satisfier

There's an Upright One

The masculine scent in Jonas' room was gone and replaced by Quenby's rose. Jonas likes that scent, sweet and bold.

Seeing his large bed wrapped in grey sheets had been replaced by a clean white color, making Jonas feel he was not in his room. Moreover, there is a towel with a large matching color that is stretched over the white sheets.

"What is that towel for?" asked Jonas who still could not look at his wife. Too anxious if the desire is only made responsible.

Quenby's appearance that night was completely out of his shadow. Want to ban, later he was considered strange. Though Jonas himself said it does not matter if you dress minimally in his room. Jonas didn't think that his former underclassman would be this brave.

"For Brother Jonas to sleep, it's time to dry the body of a new baby shower," Quenby's clumsiness makes Jonas gap stupid.

He did not understand the woman's words. Why take a new baby in the shower, Jonas thought. Just make the baby the boy is not ready.

Quenby gently pulled Jonas' stocky arm. "Sister, put on a boxer, his pajamas open all." Then he went on to mumble, "It's better not to wear anything, like a new baby shower," Quenby said with a sinless face.

"What does that mean, Quen?" Jonas blank instantly. It's hard to digest Quenby's absurd-sounding words.

"Here, sister, let Quenby help you,"

Quenby slowly stood in front of Jonas' tall body. Quenby's height was just the man's neck. The older the body of the former upperclassman was getting more dashing with the appearance of the muscles of the extraordinary body. Even the nape of her husband looks burly, making Quenby want to stretch both arms and wrestle spoiled.

Eliminate his dirty thoughts. Qeunby opened her husband's pajamas one by one. Intentionally he slowed down, to impress sensual, Quenby's initial intention was so. But Jonas' sudden trembling of the neck caused Quenby to stop his movements.

"dm ... Quen, let Brother open up by himself" Quenby did not reply, but his hand reflexes dropped.

Jonas began unbuttoning his pajamas with trembling hands. Quenby couldn't stand to laugh. But I don't have the heart. Finally, she let her husband open all his clothes. While Quenby prepared the tools he had prepared as a present tonight.

"After this .. I, what should I be?" Hearing the clumsy voice of her husband, Quenby quickly turned around.

And ...

Gluey!

Quenby swallowed with difficulty his saliva down his throat. Her husband's innocent upper body kept Quenby from blinking.

Muscles formed on both sides of her husband's upper arm made Quenby eager to be hugged. Turning to the chest of the man's field that looked perfectly fitting for Quenby leaned back spoiled. Not to mention the abdomen with a mold of sexy protruding muscles makes the woman want to stroke it.

Ah, Jonas' body is that perfect. Quenby is lucky to be his wife.

But the black boxer's tight section reads calvin Klein, making Quenby's attention completely diverted there and curious about the size of the inside. This is what the gift meant, Quenby wanted to find it.

"Let's lie there quickly Brother, but be face down, Brother." Quenby orders Jonas to follow. The man immediately lay face down without asking much.

Jonas had slept face down and his head was in a sideways position, so the man's jaw line was increasingly firmly visible. The sharp nose and long eyelashes make Quenby adore in the heart of the face of her husband. Jonas the semenawan.

"Actually ... what gift would you like to give me, Quen?"

Quenby approached Jonas. "A gift that will not be forgotten for life" Quenby half whispered.

Jonas seems to be flown to memory 12 years ago. At that time he was still a man who was handsome in the sense of being able to challenge. Quenby is the first girl he touches with sincerity and compassion. Of course what he did was never justified by any norm.

When his mind is filled with memories of his old behavior. Suddenly Jonas felt a plant-smelling liquid run down his back.

"What's this smell, Quen?"

"Olive oil, brother,"

"Let's make it easier for Quenby to massage Brother's body,"

"Oh ... So the gift is a massage?" Jonas sounded relieved when he heard the gift his wife would give.

"Yes" answered Quenby. But in her heart the woman said 'all plus-plus massages'. Quenby smiled to himself with his perverted thoughts.

"I just found out that you can massage" Jonas felt his wife's little fingers pressing and massaging firmly on his shoulders. Really good to taste. Jonas' shoulders became lighter than before.

"Many of which Brother Jonas does not know from Quenby" said Quenby who now switched to massaging the other shoulder of her husband with constant movement. "Badan Kakang really stiff. Never had a massage before?"

"Not yet," Jonas answered softly with his eyes almost closed. He really enjoyed how Quenby treated him.

"From now on let Quenby massage, Brother," Jonas unconsciously nodded happily when he heard his wife's words. Quenby does look good at this.

"Quenby ... sit here, brother?"

Jonas's eyes instantly opened as the woman's hand slapped his butt. Not yet Jonas replied, suddenly the man felt a soft object landed right on Jonas's butt.

Is correct. Quenby's position is like someone sitting on a horseshoe. The two hands of the woman did not remain silent. She continued her massage by massaging from Jonas' pelvis up slowly with a slight push towards her husband's broad shoulder.

"Quenby's heavy?" asked Quenby who slightly stuck his head towards Jonas' sideways face.

"No, Quen, no, no" Quenby's body was not much. Even the woman's body load was like the pressure on the scales above Jonas' body. Mutually balance.

Quenby smiled behind her husband's back when the real gift she would give him was in this position. His little fingers were not focused on doing the massage properly. Quenby just stroked Jonas' wide back sensually.

Glanced at Jonas's face that was still sideways, her husband's eyes were tightly closed. Quenby believes Jonas is not sleeping, the woman just wants to see the reaction from her husband.

"Sir ...," quenby's sensual-sounding sizzle.

"Yes, Quen."

"Now Brother turned around, Quenby wanted to massage the front," Quenby's pinta slightly raised her body.

Jonas complied. Slowly the man turned his body between the legs of the wife. And immediately Jonas' eyes widened when he saw the look of his wife.

Thin straps on Quenby's nightgown come down next door. And clearly showed his crazy body parts. Quenby wasn't wearing a bra Jonas thought.

Quenby's hands began to touch her husband's chest. Long brush there and slowly down to the chest of her husband's field. Quenby believes Jonas is aroused.

Sensing something hard pressing on his intimate part, Quenby was wide-eyed. Junior Jonas reacted, Quenby thought with a stifled smile.

However, Jonas suddenly got up and almost made Quenby fall if only her husband did not hold Quenby's body.

"I'm going to the toilet first, okay?!"

With a gentle movement Jonas moved Quenby who showed a confused face to sit on the bed. And as fast as lightning the man ran towards the bathroom.

Quenby looked up at Jonas' chaotic actions. Her husband was weird, Quenby thought. But a moment later, the two women's eyes caught something from behind a tight boxer owned by her husband who was running away in a storm.

"That's upright!" quenby exclaimed with a flabbergasted face.

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