THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

Shame Shame Mau..

The wall clock shows at nine o'clock in the evening, but the house already looks very quiet. Understandably, everyone may feel tired after spending all day in a simple wedding party. There were only the remaining two humans who appeared to be sitting in front of the television after a while ago a pair of old men came into the room.

Wulan who had felt the strange gurgle of her husband just stood up and stepped quickly towards her room leaving the husband who continued to smile mischievously towards her. Not wanting to linger long, Juna also followed the wife to his room. Seen there, Wulan was covered with closed eyes. Juna knew the wife was just pretending. Juna approached and leaned over. His eyes looked at the face of his wife.

"Why sleep so pretty again? so kisser." Tempta Juna and of course Wulan who just pura put herself to sleep immediately turned her back to Juna. The man chuckled and he would not just stop. There are still many ideas for his wife.

With a chuckle Juna took off his shirt and pants. Now only the remaining boxer covers his body without any other cloth. He slowly climbed into the bed and spread his body towards his wife very closely. One of his hands was raised and locked onto his wife's body.

Wulan gasped but she could not move. Behind her body, Juna really wrapped her hands so tightly. Juna smiled ignorantly looking at Wulan's panicked face despite being closed.

Not only that, without aba aba, Juna immediately brought Wulan's face closer to the chest of his field. Of course Wulan was shocked, his eyes widened staring at the black dot on Juna's chest right in front of his eyes. His heart feels like it's going to explode.

"Mas!" Pekik Wulan's.

"What?" Reply to Juna without feeling wrong

"Please!" Her request. But instead of letting go, Juna hugged Wulan even tighter.

Wulan's heart seemed to jump. I don't know what expression he should show. Juna's perfect body is now clearly displayed nearby. Even the body is holding her. Had Wulan not prestige and shame, surely her hands had crept down the beautiful body of her husband.

Wulan continued to rebel, but his strength was defeated strongly until he finally resigned and fell silent while trying to regulate his heartbeat.

Again Juna smiled after Wulan was completely silent. Plastered two nostrils at the tip of the head of the wife and inhaled the fragrant aroma of shampoo inside.

"Mas, Lepasin!" Rintih Wulan's.

"Shut up! Or do I want to eat?" Instantly Wulan silenced.

"Why don't you sleep wearing clothes?" Wulan Protests.

"I used to sleep like this. If it's cold, then there's a living blanket by my side. It's warmer." Reply Juna origin.

"Say you're happy to be able to enjoy my beautiful body directly, don't you want it, if you want to feel it too please." Juna said and to be honest the words were true. In her little heart, Wulan felt happy but the prestige covered her.

Juna unravels his arms and grabs the hand of Wulan who heads. Juna shifted his body slightly until his face was now close to the face of the wife. Their eyes clashed but Wulan immediately glanced in the other direction so as not to look nervous.

"If the peeper caresses, just don't be shy." Said Juna and the clenched hand he pointed his face. Wulan continued to clench her hands in order to cover the turbulent taste.

"Open his palm or.." Just as soon as the fist opened and Juna again smiled looking at Wulan's panicked face. In the direction of Wulan's hand down each side of the chest of the field of Juna even up to the torn bread section.

Wulan was really trying to hold back her desire. Undeniably, the palm that crawled her husband's beautiful body made her desire rise. Moreover, Juna told to grip the chest of his field and knead quietly there. And of course it makes Wulan's desire even more struggling.

Juna continued to direct Wulan's hand through his body until he found another ignorant idea. At him the hand continued down and Wulan immediately jerked and clenched his hand back as the palm landed in the middle of the boxer's pants.

"Mas!" Pekik Wulan. He tried to let go of his hand but was unsuccessful. Juna's grip is too strong.

"Why? Want me to eat?" Again the threat of Juna managed to silence Wulan. Juna put Wulan's hand back into the middle of the boxer.

Of course Wulan sensed the object behind the boxer that was starting to harden. Wulan's desire also increased. Especially when Juna asked him to open his palm, now Wulan's hand really felt something big and hard from behind the boxer. Juna's hand continued to direct his wife's hand rubbing down there until Juna deliberately lowered his boxer and Wulan again choked but could not do anything.

"Hand hold, don't be shy." Juna Whisper. He knew his wife's desire was in ubun ubun. Wulan would not want to obey him. Betutu Juna.

A little while later, Juna took off his grasp and let Wulan's hand play his betutu. Their eyes clashed. Now only Juna's hands are in action. Without Wulan's permission, Juna's hands come into action and the first place he goes is the thing hidden behind the wife's loose skirt. The hand slowly pulled the Wulan Skirt. Wulan had held him back but still Juna was superior and Wulan gave up. Seeing the wife resigned, Juna continued to launch the action until the skirt was lifted perfectly.

After that, Juna pointed his finger at the segita of bermuda. When her finger was at the center of the whole Bermuda, Juna was stunned for a moment and then smiled.

"Well! It's wet."

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