The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 134 > POV Part 3

The dark morning. The usual subscription storm that hit Hong Kong finally subsided before dawn. Even still left a speck in the place where me and Hasya live at the moment.

"Mas mas.." actually without hearing Hasya's whining I've been awake since a few minutes ago. With my eyes still closed, I inched slowly into my wife's body which still seemed to be the same as when I first held her like this. He really takes good care of his body. Regular exercise diets made of sugar turned out to be really effective, proven people still often think if Hasya is still in his thirties. Of course I'm proud of that. Because I could very well be proud to show off my wife who still looks young compared to my colaga wives who tend to be glamorous typical arisan mothers who are conservative. I kept pushing my wife's body into my arms.

"Oh, wake up.." Hasya slightly pushed my chest so that she could look up at me. I smiled a lot of meaning while opening my eyes that were still reluctant to open. But I could see my wife's sullen face, because she seemed to have felt something down there that began to wriggle to and fro touching me her skin that was not covered with a sheet of cloth.

"One more time yuk" my pinta teased him while squeezing one of his breasts "Mass iihhhh" she said, biting her lower lip.

"but mas..Eeegghh" I smiled when I heard Hasya start moaning to enjoy each of my sips and make me more wild to play her nipples which began to stiffen by my tongue play. I really liked the reaction and natural expression of my wife who was beginning to relish every stroke of my touch. I started******* my wife's lips are freshly colored. Hasya started to clutch my shoulder while holding back her sigh.

"Darling. eeeghhh" again my wife sighed as if she could no longer hold back my every touch.

Don't forget I've been married to my wife for almost 20 years. I can't possibly remain as selfish at the beginning of our marriage as sometimes only my passion is channeled. Of course not, over time I also increasingly understand in addition to commitment, relationship materials in bed also become something important to maintain the harmony of our household. And I am also very aware of the reason why my wife applies a healthy lifestyle, diligently exercising, and diligently researching the right skincare for her in particular. The reason is of course so that our lives remain warm and dusty as they are today. And I admit that all his efforts were successful, at our young age we could still do this kind of activity more than once a night, sometimes it is also a bonus in the morning or whenever we want we can do it. Even in the office we often do it just so as not to get bored.

"Iaaaahhhhhhh satisfied ak..u now." she groaned, it seems that my wife has reached her peak. I slowly re-entered mine, but it seemed my wife was not satisfied with my slow tempo. On appeal offended even I was satisfied to see my wife who was starting to get frustrated.

"Aahh !! You were intentionally?" I smiled as Hasya nagged while reversing the situation\, now Hasya feels above me\, straddles me and she starts playing her game. I started mer3mas bok**ngnya\, and the more Hasya sighed\, I also sipped greedily the fruit d** that hung beautifully facing me. The rhythm of the back and forth movement\, up and down Hasya's hips along with the movement I\, which I occasionally beat mine until somehow my wife moaned and sighed because of the pleasure that possessed her. I'm getting greedy when Hasya presses the fruit d**nya for the more I suck until in one movement he pushes.. Brrrrrrrrr her body shivering along with there is a flow only flow to the stem that is still firmly stuck in the cavity that began to feel more pulsating. Apparently my wife has reached her peak. Hasya was silent for a moment while I stayed busy nursing her and one hand squeezed my wife's bok*ng gently.

"Now it's my turn dear" I turned back the situation, re-inflated my wife, pulverized my wife's lips, squeezed her more slowly and we fused together, channeling our mutual desires we want for the umpteenth time with our feelings that also flow as hard as the rain that again whack in this morning.

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