The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 69

I don't know who started first, both of them are equally innocent. Touch each other's bodies to give satisfaction.

Tonight was a first for both. But Ibra looked more supple than Ayleen who was still a little timid and stiff. Maybe because Ibra was used to watching adult films when gathering with her friends.

Ayleen relentlessly moaned, showing that he enjoyed Ibra's touch very much. There was not a single Ayleen's body that was missed from Ibra's caress. The man had indeed intentionally lingered before going into the core. He wants to make Ayleen really comfortable so that later it will not be too tense and make him in pain.

Ayleen shouted while saying Ibra's name as he felt his body explode. Is this what we call the top? Ask Ayleen inwardly. True said people, reaching the top it felt really amazing. And now, his body felt extremely limp.

"How's it feel?" ask Ibra.

To say if this is so nikkmat, of course Ayleen is ashamed. He just smiled then bit his deep lips shyly.

"Kneed?" Asked to the point like that, where might Ayleen dodge. Despite the embarrassment, he nodded. "You want better?" And once again, Ayleen nodded.

Ibra is getting excited to immediately do the core of the game. But before that, he returned to make Ayleen rilex. Until finally, he heard Ayleen scream. His eyes bulged, and both of his hands gripped the bed linen very strongly. Despite saying nothing, he knew Ayleen was in pain as he began to piece their possessions together.

"Hold a minute."

Ayleen nodded, he had indeed imagined that it would hurt. But I didn't think it would hurt this much. Her tears melted holding back the pain down there.

Ibra was actually pitying, but there was no way she could back down. Now or tomorrow, the face will hurt. Kissed Ayleen's lips to relieve the pain. He kept moving until watering Ayleen with the seeds of his love.

He kissed Ayleen's forehead a long time before finally breaking down his body soaked in sweat beside the woman. Ayleen's hand was knocked down several times.

"Still," Ibra tilted her body toward Ayleen. Wiping the sweat around his wife's face.

Ayleen simply replied with a nod. His body felt very tired and down there, it still hurt.

"Still sick?" ibra asked while waking up to see Ayleen's. Inevitably Ayleen immediately grabbed a pillow to cover hers.

"Don't look at it, shame."

"From that also has been seen," said Ibra while checking. "What is it that is not covered?"

"Good, forgot." Ayleen grabbed the bolster to cover his chest. Ibra is getting closer to her laugh. They may be embarrassed after what they did. "Sister, take my shirt dong."

"We go to the bathroom to clean up."

"Still tired."

"I'm a fat man."

"What the hell is it? How much do you weigh, 100 kg?"

"Huh," Ayleen's reflexes glared. "Not so many times."

"I mean I'm still strong if I'm not that strong."

Without further ado, Ibra raised Ayleen's body. Inevitably the pillow and bolster that was used as a protector, fell by itself.

Ayleen did not dare to look at Ibra, hiding his face in the field of the man. Too embarrassed by his current body.

While Ayleen was timid, Ibra was giggling. Especially when seeing the results of his extraordinary work in the body of the wife. Ayleen's white skin suddenly has a pattern.

Both of them cleaned their bodies in the bathroom. Ibra came out first to get Ayleen clothes and help her put on.

"I can do it myself" Ayleen refused.

"But I want to help." Ayleen resigned himself, refusing was also useless. After getting dressed, the two of them came out of the bathroom. Seeing the way Ayleen's path was a little strange, Ibra could not help but laugh.

'What the hell, why laugh?"

"How you walk is weird."

"Ma-time anyway?" Ayleen tried to normalize his path. But down there it still hurts when worn walking. Unable to see Ayleen's way, Ibra carried him back.

"I can walk alone" whined Ayleen.

"Yes, but it's a robot." Ibra was still laughing.

"Ish, bummer." Ayleen hit Ibra's arm in annoyance at the mulu.

Instead of being in bed, Ibra dropped Ayleen disofa. "Wait here, I'll clean the bed." Ibra took off the bedsheet that had blood spots, he replaced it with a new bed sheet dialmari. Ayleen's own smile noticed her husband's busyness. Didn't expect that man to be capable of something like this. The bed that was once a mess, now became very neat.

"Why smile?" ibra asked when she accidentally saw Ayleen smiling.

"You're getting hotter if you're being diligent." The praise immediately made Ibra laugh. It could be that he was praised handsome just for changing the bed sheet.

"Yes, tomorrow I wash the bed linen, let the more double the handsome. Or all I'm mopping up at your house." Now, replace the chuckling Ayleen. Suddenly, his laughter stopped.