Suddenly Marriage

202. The Jojo Kangen Soaking

"If you don't want to nyium me. that means I'm the one who nyium..yakan dek..." Kennan with a faint smile.

Sontak makes Tita shocked by the action of her perverted husband. How can the perverted brain is attached, without wanting to fade even though the condition of her husband was in a bruise.

Kennan eroded the distance, tilted his face with a slight bow and then pressed his lips against the neck niche of his wife's level. Slowly the lips down every inch of the smooth skin surface wrapped around the neck of the level.

Tita just froze by holding her breath so as not to roar.

Cup...

The wet lips seemed to leave a trace of possession on the surface of the wife's neck.

"Sir.don't diem wae..." Kennan still with no stop down the skin of the neck Tita even down to the skin of the chest.

Tita flinching.

Finding the wife who did not reply or give a touch to him, the thick lips crept up until they finally found the port.

Voraciously Kennan again sip and down every inch of the mouth ronnga wife who was half open.

Slowly the port of thick lips Kennan was clenched and reciprocated the lash by the lash that Kennan gave. Even the two eyeballs of the owner of the harbor were slowly closed as if enjoying the wet lips that had been interlocked.

Kennan's burly hands began to open one by one the buttons on the top of the wife's shirt without stopping the action of his lips.

In his heart Kennan smiled because his innocent wife had not yet hooked the buttons of his twin mountain house, making Kennan's naughty hands freely guerrilla climb to and fro.

As if unable to stem his desire Kennan stripped Tita of his upper clothes and threw just about anything without the girl realizing. Slowly lay down the body of the wife on the narrow sofa, where they both sat.

Kennan removed his lip link and immediately removed the t-shirt that wrapped his sixpack body.

Kennan again scooped his lips under him before the girl with the title of his wife opened his eyes again.

The upper bodies of the two that were open were crimped together with no distance, giving a bristling sensation to the two.

It seems Tita is very lulled by the touch of Kennan's hand which causes a warm sensation that radiates on the entire surface of his body's skin.

As if helpless with the touch of the husband Tita looks not resisting when Kennan's hand back guerrilla touch and rub his sensitive point.

Kennan lowered his body from the top of Tita, moving sideways and carrying his wife's body following the direction of his body without releasing the link of their lips.

The narrow sofa makes the two bodies embrace each other, facing each other.

Slowly Kennan carried the wife's hand to the core of her lower body. Suck in there after previously Kennan unzipped his trousers.

Noticing something hard there, Tita tried to pull her hand. Although Kennan's hand tried to hold it, but Tita still forced to pull it.

"Abang already..." Tita breathlessly forced the lips of the two to come off. Tita knows where their next activity is going.

"Why?" Kennan was still with roaring breath.

"Next in the house of wae." Tita husky.

"The stage of the deck, besides jojo is already very bad for soaking."

"Well, by the way, it's never filtered." Tita patted Kennan's lips.

"Hehehe." Kennan chuckled small.

"Tetep wae.. habit."

"Yes, later it will be cultivated to talk about the filter pack, if necessary bring the tea filter where." Kennan did not stop kissing his wife's face.

"Ck. That's not my brother either." Tita tried to dodge but Kennan held back as if he did not give her a chance.

"Abang ih... already come home."

Kennan stopped his kiss. "Gapain go home, sleep here wae. Tomorrow morning just come home."

Tita balloons.

Kennan again squeezed his wife's body and clenched her tightly.

"Dec further here wae..." Kennan looked at Tita with a misty look of desire.

"Bang..ntar if Kak Putra enters again piye..."

Kennan smiled at his face.

"Not going to. she must have gone home, the cafe employee too..."

"Where do you know..."

"It's already one hour past deck, there's no way they're still staying at the cafe. It must have been disbanded."

"Don't believe benget seh..see noh the clock..."

"Sep-sut..." Tita turned to face Kennan's index finger.

And it turns out that a large clock attached to the back wall of Kennan's desk has shown the number 01.30.

"Next the deck..." Kennan with a hopeful look.

"So big brother." said Tita with her merry face.

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"Sit down on the deck, have a drink." Kennan with a glass of water in his hand, looks like milk. I don't know when her husband came down to make it for Tita.

Tita, who had wrapped her upper body with Kennan's t-shirt, sat down while pulling a blanket covering her lower body.

I don't know where Kennan got the blanket. What is certain is that after the second hot action a while ago, Kennan was the one who put his shirt on Tita's body and covered it.

Kennan himself only wears his trousers without covering his upper body.

"Rubber...?" Kennan by inserting Tita's black mane behind the ear when the girl finished drinking the warm milk she gave.

Tita nodded her head, then leaned her body against the cushion of the sofa.

"Banget." the voice was spoiled while handing the empty glass to the husband.

Kennan received a glass from his wife, then moved closer to his desk and placed the empty glass there.

Kennan again approached the sofa where his wife was carrying a tissue box. Sitting on the edge of the sofa then grabbed a piece of tissue and rubbed the remaining sweaty hair that soaked his wife's pretty face.

Kennan gently rubbed the sweat coat gently, drying the entire surface of Tita's face.

"Did I do it rudely earlier...?" Kennan continued to wipe the sweat on his wife's face.

His eyes scoured every inch of his wife's pretty face carefully.

Tita smiled with a feeling full of flowers that bloom like spring when getting a gentle treatment accompanied by the attention of the husband.

"No." Tita framed the smile, without cutting her eyes off from Kennan's face.

"Why dry cake gini...?" The burly hand patted the sweaty plume that was still appearing.

No answer from Tita, the girl looks stunned at the figure of her husband who is like a statue of an Athena god that does not stop moving in front of him.

The clean white face of the woman's skin is decorated with thick eyebrows, a sharp nose like prosotan, both eyes that turned out to have a very shady gaze. Thick lower lips accompanied by a thinner top look pink, never seemed to be touched by the twisting of tobacco though.

As if he could not believe if his handsome husband had ever acted coldly towards him.

And now everything is inversely proportional, Tita seems to be dreaming right now.

Tita's eye bead moves down, scanning for a bulge of the neck that rises and falls as the husband speaks. Then down again to find the chest of her husband's field is also white clean with some red dots decorate it.

The To Be Continued....