Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission
327. Unboxing



He turned his face away from me with a faint smile on his lips. I could see from the light that her face was met with red, as if she was embarrassed when I said something like that.


I was getting closer to him, eager to scoop up the sweet lips that these days are often my candlesticks, lips that I can not ignore when I want to go and go home to work and before falling asleep, who made themselves like hungry lions since we got married.


Suddenly I remembered someone who stopped approaching, then immediately turned my head to the right and to the left and to the surroundings, making the Goddess look at me in confusion.


"Why you?" ask the Goddess.


"Vita's. Vita where?" my many. I looked at the Goddess.


The face then turned sour. Aware of the look on his face that was different I became guilty, but confused as well, remember that on the phone he said Vita was sleeping.


“There at mom's house, I came here and told me to serve you well. This is going to be the first night or want nyusulin Vita?” tanya Dewi, her voice sounded a little upset.


I smile happily, it's safe then, right? No disturbance at all.


“You are dong. Want to unboxing,” I said with enthusiasm. Mom is the best!


I resumed my mission, began to approach and began to mix these lips with him. No doubt he opened his mouth, these few days I have been a good teacher to him so that he can do it like that, no longer short of breath when I control his mouth, no longer choking as our saliva exchanged, no longer protesting as I wrapped his lips in a loud pull.


One hand was playing in his chest area, which he did not allow because of the impossible circumstances, fearing that I would be caliph. But this time, he did not reject her at all.


Just playing outside her thin clothes and I felt her body tremble, but still in a resigned state. Sometimes he clasped his hands on my shirt that opened all the buttons. I think he's scared this time.


Slowly, I did not dare to play my hand violently there, just rubbing it and mer3masnya slowly, circling the end that was sticking out without any more obstructions in there. Occasionally clamp a circle gently. His body stiffened, a mischievous voice from his mouth sounded restrained until only hiss were heard between our kisses.


We didn't stop our play, the longer these lips touched each other, the stronger they fought over oxygen and saliva.


I felt her hand pull my hand, going into her thin clothes so that the skin of my palm came into contact with the skin of her very fine belly.


The goddess pulled herself so that the link of our lips came off.


“Do your duty as a husband. I am ready tonight,” he said softly while trying to open the lingerie attached to his body.


I held that hand, making him look at me in confusion.


“Let me do it,” I said. The goddess removed the lingerie tip she was wearing and resigned to the circumstances. I took off the shirt I was wearing, threw it on the floor. It felt a little uncomfortable as well with this self who had been sweating all day.


“Nothing, it feels like I've already done .. Don't make me lazy and delay giving it, Mas,” he said in a slightly angry tone.


I no longer spoke, did not want to make this moment even more chaotic and finally he got angry, remember what the father-in-law said if the Goddess was already angry it was difficult to persuade him back.


I continued what had been delayed, slowly pulling the rope on his shoulder down, passing both hands from there making the two large springy circles clearly visible. I did not think if this was perfect, very tempting because it had not been touched by others. Big, solid, still awake authenticity.


I can't wait to play with my hand, not enough in my hand. I didn't expect it to be this big, because she always wore loose clothing and kept it hidden from my sight.


“Ah.” One 3 subtle groans sounded from his mouth while I was still playing there. Lips don't stop printing those beautiful colors that I'm the only person who can print them on my wife's smooth skin.


“Hilman,” hiss while holding my arm tightly, his voice loud and middling.


“Ah, already. Already,” he said with half a breath. I raised my head. I saw him looking at me with sadness. The look in his eyes indicates that he has achieved something that I can't think of .. Ah, don't explain you already understand it like that.


“Why?” my many. The goddess pushed my body and again turned her face the other way.


“You don't want to?” I was a little disappointed in myself, I had to not play around, just stink gas!


He shook his head. “A-I ...”


There were no more words, but he just smiled shyly.


“It feels uncomfortable, wet,” he said with shame.


I laughed amusedly hearing him say honestly like that, a sign that if I managed to have made it as pleasant as it seemed.


“Means you can, right?” ask me one more time. He nodded his head.


I went back to doing what I had to do, slowly undressing her and also my pants so that we were both like babies who had just been born into the world.


Very consciously I stared at this beautiful body that was not wrapped in anything in front of me. Saliva in the throat is hard to swallow. Although the faint that I see lying on my back is very excited.


Her big chest I touched, but she brushed it rough.


“Do not mess around again, Hilman!” he said with annoyance.