Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

201. The Attack is Not a Throw

"So, can't you stand it?" manya tease him.

"Don't say much! Who's gonna get pounced on here?" asked Arga with a stale face. I drew closer to him and gently clenched his lips, mastering what was inside there alone, while the man below me was now silent, resigned to what I was doing. He played back what he had lost in his hand, making me unable to stand it and let out a mischievous sound from my mouth.

I was prepared, still not to let go of her sweet lips and the play in her hands, I led her who had stood upright to enter her house well, leading her very slowly. The pain felt down there, on the wall of the cave that had been wet. In fact, even though it had been entered by him, mine was still not used to its size.

"God!" I almost cursed, due to the pain I felt even though it was wet down there, but it was the size of him who had excess strong muscles that made me want to cry once more.

Realizing that my movements had suddenly stopped, Arga pulled the nape of my neck and gently held my lips together, the longer the more stirring I felt, make my spirit and mood return to continue the pain that will lead to pleasure.

"Aah!" I accidentally removed my lips from her and screamed a little louder. The pain made me close my eyes. I move these hips up and down little by little. I bit my lower lip, feeling the lips on the lower part of my body swallow a long, veined sausage with a jumbo size that slowly went in there.

Arga held my hand, holding my hip with the other. It slowly led me to move up and down, reflecting on the muscles that were down there to compensate for the amount of things that went inside.

My breath rose, when it was at the end of touching the wall. The pain that I had felt earlier now changed with pleasure even though I had not started my pumping. Arga once again approached and grabbed my lips, playing everything inside there greedily.

Slowly but surely, I moved this body in a slow rhythmic motion. Up and down like a seesaw in the park, the difference is the garden of heaven that we are living in.

"The tightness filled the cavity that was down there. It felt like I was moving up and down with intense movement.

"Ah, come on, Baby!" racau Arga with a heavy sigh. His eyes closed and opened in turn. His mouth let out a sound like the whirring of the wind that blew past my ears.

I am not inferior to my voice, nor am I ashamed of this situation. I'm his wife, and he's my husband. Let him feel the good service, right?

The slow movements I now speed up, going in and out with pleasure in there. Arga grew faster and faster, whimpering and sexy voice in my ears. Her face flushed. He growled, his one hand shaking the sheets until they fell apart.

"A, Oh ... Ayy!" messiness. He held my hips and moved them up and down, slowly and gradually the faster the hand moved my hips.

It's so big, it's swiping through the cavity wall down there.

Arga pulled my body, grabbed my d**a with his mouth, sucked in and played two small tons*lan either with his mouth or his fingertips. He was ravenous, like a very thirsty baby. A naughty voice still sounded in my ear.

"That's!" call me his name. He was not listening, still doing the same with his anxiety.

"Ah, sick!" Rint*ihku, hold his head. However, the man still did not listen, he moved my hips up and down faster.

I was tired, my waist and legs felt like falling out, moving endlessly up and down from now on, but I hadn't found my pleasure yet, it was just the more painful feeling I felt inside there because of my movements. It's painful and painful, but I'm still trying to reach the top and feel the victory.

"ah! Arga. I ... not strong anymore," I said now decaying over his chest. Mine's been throbbing in there, but I haven't lost to him. Arga hasn't reached Kl*max yet. What is this man made of?

Arga smiled grinningly, he kissed my lips briefly, pushing me slowly in the opposite direction so that now I was the one below him. With a slow motion, he moved his body up and down. The longer the movement goes faster and faster. I couldn't stand it, the heat and the pain made me want to scream. If this were somewhere else, soundproof, I would not be ashamed to scream, sing the same tone as Arga.

Arga changed his position, he sat on top of both ends of his hind legs, like crouching. Both of my knees he held and he stretched it wide, making me able to see clearly how big the creature was now breaking through the hole inside me. It was clearly visible as if the combination of sausage and baso urate was coming out and going in with a rapid movement.

"A, Arga. I'm not strong!" I half screamed, it was so painful and painful, I was tired too. This position pressed my back firmly against the top of the mattress, but made the sausage go deeper and pierce with pleasure.

"Ah, that's fast, don't stop." I'm between conscious and not. This is a new pleasure and sensation that I get from a man.

Arga pumped his body faster and his breathing roar was already rhythmic. Fast and fast, so that it feels hotter and more painful, it feels no longer there is lubricant that is there so it is now dry, but strange, it is, the more pain the more delicious I feel and want to explode immediately.

"My art ...."

"Together, Honey. I am also ..." he said in a stark manner. He didn't just let go of me and was pumping so fast and deep that we heard a loud clashing of our skin. So that in the end when mine was pulsating and wet, a burst of hot liquid invaded into my womb many times.

"Aah!" I closed my eyes to feel the unparalleled pleasure.

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