Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 150: ADVICE LEADS TO ENJOYMENT

Suddenly there was a hand that coiled into the belly of his sixpack, "Flower ....,"

"Be quiet! Let me hold you for a second."

Why his wife is so possessive. It's just, after everything that's happened lately. Flowers certainly have a lot of mind and inner pressure. Recalling all that, Al let go of his female hand, then turned around. Enveloped the body of the wife to enjoy the chest of the soothing scented field.

A gentle rubbing that feels more and more gives peace. It feels like all the problems that are both experiencing are slowly improving. The embrace gives new energy, even a sense of comfort that will always be binding the heart.

"Om, sorry about that. I just don't want Papa and Mama to blame you." Flower's great-grandson, made Al immerse a warm kiss into the top of his wife's head.

As a husband can only hear, but as an uncle as well as a mafia leader. Of course the attitude of Flowers cannot always be justified. Parents are the place to go. Once, a child raised his voice. The hearts of parents must have been cut.

"Let's release. We sit together." Al invites Bunga to sit together on the bed with a bed cover of adorable cute star motif.

Al grabbed the Flower's hand, then looked at the wife's hazelnut bead. "Flower, your statement is not wrong, but the way you say it is wrong. Bima and Milea are your parents. Can you accept, if their hearts are hurt and they enjoy being sad?"

"try to imagine. When Almaira grows up, and yells at you. Will this heart remain good? As a parent, you can always forgive. However, that does not mean that suffering does not come pouncing. Do you understand?"

The flower nodded, "I understand, and it's true that my attitude is not bad, but why is the parable Om uses like hunting animals? Still thinking about yesterday's work?"

One statement turned into a question. Intentionally or not. Flowers try to divert the topic of conversation, but at that time too. Al's phone shook again, making the man check for inanimate objects that were the source of information.

"Om, what's wrong? Why is it so tense?" tanya Bunga anxiously cupped Al's suddenly serious face with pale lips.

Al tried to control himself. Take a deep breath to feel better, "Let's stay with your parents for a few days. I'll pick you up the day before Samuel and Ocy's wedding. Don't look at me with anxiety. Smile, everything will be fine. Okay." okay."

"Om, why ....,"

Al did not want to listen to the rejection, just silence his wife's lips with a kiss. The man let the Flower enjoy its touch, right or not? Rumbles in the heart with a branched mind. Still, the burly hand guided the two to lie on the bed.

"Om," whispered Flower added to the sensation of heat radiating, making Al unceasingly lowered the zipper of the dress of the wife.

The sound of a simple whisper filled the room disguised with the accompaniment of a song that is very fitting to make out. The hot springs are getting downhill exploring every inch of ownership. The red stamp is proof of travel.

Flowers permeate every touch of her husband. The drugging strange winder stirred up the spirit in his heart until something felt like trying to break through his final defense.

"Ooom, slowly ....,"

Al nodded with misty eyes, the man tried to insert his baseball in order to break into the Flower's defensive wicket. This is the month for the first. In fact, the goal is still narrow for his jumbo-sized.

Moments of trying to let go, after feeling a bit of entry. Al grabbed both hands of the Flower to circle her back. Then put your lips together again to give you peace. While fighting each other for saliva, one blow managed to unite the two.

There is no sound of screams thanks to the sweet silence that further adds to the enjoyment. Al went on to become a war leader. The man gave the treatment gently, slowly, until his wife's body wriggled.

"Oom, hurry, please." Pinta Flowers weld.

The body that now belonged to him was increasingly exposed clearly. His whole emotions melted in the opium of the wife. The sound of the rapport with a touch of spoiled. Who is not crazy gets unparalleled pleasure. Al jerked his body to rhythm.

Occasionally give a gentle swab so that the body tense back rilex. The heat struggle without knowing the time is getting smoldering until the seed burst of love is perfectly immersed into the womb which will be the place of the last port.

The smiling flower looked at the sweaty Al, but it was still handsome flirting. Although his body was still limp due to the drained energy. As a wife, she was satisfied. Not because it's a place of escape. All because he believed. Alkan only needs togetherness in order to reduce pent-up emotions.

"Wand, Mother. I'd like you to go. Remember, I'm here for you. Whatever you do. My trust will not fade. Touch becomes proof, you're just mine. I love you, Om Al."

Whispering the Flower, made Al smile sincerely. He did vent emotions into a hot struggle in bed with his wife. There's guilt, but it's better. Bed sports release all the tension he feels.

"I'll accompany you to sleep. Almaira wasn't even bothered by your sweet voice. Let's close your eyes." Reply Al half-whispered, making Bunga hide in the chest area of her husband with a tinge of red on both cheeks.

Sometimes husband and wife do not always use the word sorry and thank you. Not by talking at length. People say that body language is enough. Including bed sports. The moon to simply vent desires, but to relieve emotions.

Sure enough, Al waited until his wife fell asleep. No problem, if you have to waste time for a few hours. Right now, his responsibility was to give some peace to the Flower. After ensuring regular breathing from the wife. Then the man left the bed.

Al did not forget to put on a nightgown so that his wife's body remained awake despite being covered in a thick blanket. After finishing all, his steps towards the bathroom to clean himself up.

Meanwhile, there was a commotion that made many people crowding in public places. Traffic jams are inevitable. Many vehicles have to queue like they are waiting for a pot. From the north, a car that was speeding quite fast, had to stop suddenly. When you turn, you just can't pass.

"Sir, there seems to be a problem outside. Let's just find out" the driver reported, and without waiting for a response rushed out of the car.

Three minutes later, the driver got back in the car. "Master, in front there was a commotion caused by a girl with a man who seemed to be a thug in this area. We better find another way."

"I'll just walk from here." Said the man sitting in the back seat, the man grabbed his briefcase while draping the suit he had always been reluctant to wear.

The employer's decision, made the driver shake his head. However, it was impossible to let his master walk alone. "Master, I'm coming."

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Afternoon reader's, while waiting for the next chapter, yuk kepoin by Othoor. Always remember, that spirit is to be spread.

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