TO BE YOUR MILK MOTHER

AFTERNOON RATION

WARNING 21+

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"I'm home!. Honey!." Demian shouted as he stepped towards the room of the two of them.

Chequek!. The door to the room he opened. Bouncing head. Looking around, there was no wife in the room.

Instantly Smirk Demian's smile rose. Listen to the water coming from the bathroom. Hurry Demian stepped more into the room, and did not forget to lock the door. He took off the thread that was stuck on his body. He soon followed his beloved wife.

When he's inside. What a sight that makes h@sr@t l1bid©nya n@ik.

Waw. That was Demian's expression now. Staring hungry at the wife who was standing under the shower. Shows the body of a Spanish guitar, and two hanging watermelons. Makes the navel stiffen.

Grep's!

"Aaaaaaaa!!.." Barbara shrieked as there were two coiled hands on her stomach.

"You did it on purpose, teased me. Huh uh?." Demian's whisper in a hoarse voice held back the desire.

Barbara was amused when your husband's delicate book touched her ears. And Barbara felt something swiping in her p@nt@tnya. Barbara squirming. Feeling provoked.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm taking a shower right now." Barbara answered honestly.

Demian is already a lustrous. Directly working on the wife.

Sticking the nape of the neck of the wife with an occasional sip and a small bite.

"Akhs.... Uhh..." The whimper from Barbara's lips was like the music that hypnotized Demian at this time.

Demian's hand that had been coiled in the stomach, now moved to the strong rem@s of two large watermelons hanging from it. With Barbara still turned her back on Demian. This is really an en@k position.

Bite and a small face, pinching every inch of the wife's body. So it forms a sign of love that is so beautiful (Kissm@rk).

Demian bowed Barbara's body forward a little. And "Blushhh....!" Heirloom had already entered the heavenly valley of his world.

Leave the goods for a while, feel the belongings in the flops and in a good massage. What a, incredible for Demian at the moment. D3s@han and moans were mutually unpretentious in the bathroom.

"Ah... Yeahh.. It's delicious dearhh..." Racau Demian with a slightly fast tempo.

"Ahhhhhhhh.. Mian.. Akh... " Rintih Barbara enjoys every single scourge of her husband. The long, big heirloom that entered the valley now.

Their position now is like imitating what is in the blue film. The nation's unifying film. Who has taught demian to make love and make love to his wife now.

"Ah.. Shitt's.. It's so delicious dear" Racau Demian again while closing his eyes. It felt so good when it was hers in the valley clasps belonging to the wife.

Plaques

Plaques

Plaques

Patches between b©k©n9 and p@h@ echo in the bathroom. Under the shower adds a different sensation to the moment. Usually they will do this over r@nj@n9. Now they have a chance to feel something different. It's like flying to nirvana.

"Ah.. Love .. I'm going out!." Erang Barbara will reach klim@ks for the third time.

"We're out with Honey........." Demian said by speeding up the tempo of his game.

"Akh...!!!." Des@h they both felt pelep@s@n together.

The cup!

"G .. You are mas. Don't ask for more. I'm tired of mas. Intention to shower yourself. You're coming, too." Barbara was singing her lips.

Anxious with the lips of the wife. Demian m3lum@t briefly lips like that cherry. "Gee! Mas!. Come . I can catch a cold!!." Barbara protests when her husband steals a kiss on her lips.

"Finally you're so teasing@ babe." Demian giggled with anxiety at his wife.

Finally without drama ask for another round. Now the two of them rushed over to finish the delayed shower.

Because a lot of ads are passing by.

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Allah Akbar!

Allah Akbar!

The Maghrib Adhan. Calling all Muslims in droves to perform their duties. Report to the owner of the living.

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"Mas.. I want to go to the Mall." Barbara with her mouth full of food.

Demian looked up at his wife. "To Mall?. Tumben really, Yang. Usually wait for the weekend. Same with me later."

He continued, staring at the wonder of his wife. Ever since she became pregnant, the wife she considered calm. Now a woman who is very little aggressive and does not want to be silent. Alias wants a lot.

"I want to buy something, Mom. May ya?. Pleases. And one more. I want to see the movie "Pathan" starring my favorite actor. Huhhayyyy..." Barbara said in a clear voice in a child-like style asking for toys.

"You want to see a movie, without me. Which?!." Ask Demian again. Feeling jealous if his wife calls another man

Even if it's an actor or something, that's clearly out of reach. But still feeling jealous.

"Yes dong mas. I am busy. I'll ask the executioner, just accompany me later. How's it?!." Barbarbara relaxed, making Demian even more burned with jealous fire.

Only the executioner. A bodyguard he trusted to look after his wife. Calling another man's name alone, makes Demian fire a beard.

Barbara who saw her husband restless like holding back jealousy, just smelling a smile. Funny, seductive husband.

"Where are you?!." Barbara asked again in a slightly sloppy tone.

Demian who remembered yesterday the young mango that made his wife cry. Just nodding off. Instead of wanting to ban him, he was made to panic. With the strong cry of his wife. Trouble becomes big when dealing with pregnant women this one.

"thank you. Mas." Barbara moved from her seat and hugged her husband tightly. Plied a kiss all over her husband's face quickly.

"But don't be weird.. Don't hold the executioner's hand!. Just watch. If you dare, I will, give you punishment!." Threaten Demian.

It makes Barbara laugh amusedly at her husband's behavior. "Siip Okeh! Honey!!.." Barbara dryed her eyes.

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