Wife To Brutal Young Master

MCDGT (62)

"Where are you going?" zio asked as Sarah had helped him sit on the bedside.

"Sarah wants to cook first. Do you need anything?" ask Sarah back.

Actually Zio was so eager to be accompanied by his wife to complete the passion that had not been channeled since. But he also doesn't know how to say it.

"Do you want Sarah to get you a drink?" ask her again, because Zio was just silent.

Several times Zio cleared his throat that was choked. "Yes, you want to drink body milk" he said spontaneously.

"Well!"

Sarah widened her eyes.

"Eh, I-I mean that brother, that milk you used to make at Mama's house. Yes, you want to drink that milk," he later said.

"Oo, almond milk! But Sarah can't make it now, it doesn't exist. But if you want, Sarah will go buy it"

"No, just milk, you,"

"Eh?"

Sarah crossed her hands on her chest.

"Hm, I-I mean that brother, the other milk," Zio was so wrong at this time, the passion he had been holding back made his brain unable to think sane.

"Hurry up!" grunt later.

"Yes, okay,"

After Sarah disappeared behind the door, Zio squeezed his little sister who had been standing up.

'Argh..... Can't you just sleep?'

Shortly after, Sarah returned to her room. But he did not find Zio in bed.

'She said it hurt her waist?'  sarah walked closer to the bathroom.

Hearing a splash of water in the bathroom, Sarah returns to cook dinner.

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Zio hopes that after bathing he can cool his body temperature which has been burning passion since. However, for almost half an hour she was standing under the shower, still her little sister pointed forward.

Soon he finished his bath, then went down after using boxer pants and a tee shirt.

Below, Sarah is busy cooking. Zio then sat down at the dining table adjacent to the kitchen.

"Didn't your waist hurt anymore?" sarah asked to see her husband sitting on the dining table.

"It's healed" replied Zio ketus.

"Oo," Sarah nodded, then resumed cooking.

"Abang is hungry?" ask her again without seeing her husband.

"Yes, hurry up!"

"In a moment, if you're hungry, you eat the apple first" Sarah pointed an apple in front of Zio.

"Ck! Just hurry up and finish your cooking, and then we take a shower!"

Sarah turned to her husband. "Eh? Didn't you just finish your shower?" sarah asked, because her husband's hair still looks wet.

"Why do you always ask? It's fast, just finish your cooking, I'm hungry!" grunted annoyed.

"Yes,"

'Can't he come to the moon?' sarah felt strange about her husband's behavior.

From where he sat, Zio continued to look at Sarah's hips, his perverted brain imagining, hugging Sarah's body from behind.

"Dragon,"

Sarah broke her daydream.

Zio clucked in annoyance. "What?"

"You're really chatty! Until you even have pants to worry about!"

"Eh, who's in trouble? Sarah's just a name,"

"Here you go, just do your job, I'm hungry!"

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An hour later, Sarah's cooking was ripe, immediately she served the new cuisine in her cooking in front of her husband who was still loyal to sit there.

Sarah thought maybe her husband was so hungry that he waited for her to finish cooking.

"Anything, eat first, Sarah wants to clean the cookware for a while?" he said after serving.

"How can I eat it, it's still hot!"

"Wouldn't you blow before you eat it, or would you want Sarah to blow it for you?" his god while raising his eyebrows.

Zio just kept quiet, in his heart he really hoped Sarah would do that.

"Yes, you just wait a minute, it's cold" Sarah then walked to the sink to clean the cooking utensils she was using.

Zio ruffled his hair rough, it felt like he was so frustrated, annoyed and annoyed with Sarah who did not want to force to feed the food for him.

Then, the man then cleared his throat strongly. "Sarah, you take a bath first, after that we eat together," he said in a heavy voice.

"Yes, in a moment, Sarah wants to clean this furniture first" said Sarah who had started washing her cooking utensils.

Zio clenched his hands tightly. Because his wife had never obeyed his will.

Waiting for a minute is like spending a century, a long time. Zio could not wait to take a bath with his wife. Then he stood up from his seat walking closer to Sarah.

"Eh, what do you want to do?" sarah asked to see the whereabouts of her husband who was suddenly standing next to her.

"You've been a long time, so I want to help!"

Sarah's forehead wrinkled strongly, seeing her husband rinsing the furniture he had rubbed with soap.

Sarah then rinsed her hands and immediately dried, then held Zio's forehead with the back of her hand, feeling her husband's body temperature.

"What the hell, you!" Zio shook Sarah's hand.

Sarah grimaced with her white teeth lined up neatly.

"Easy! I don't want to help you anymore!" After cleaning his hands, Zio walked into the living room.

5 minutes later, Sarah had finished cleaning the cooking utensils and cleaning the kitchen that was a mess.

Then he walked into the guest room. "Wouldn't eat? The food was cold, too,"

Zio was just silent while playing a mobile phone, he really hoped Sarah would invite him to complete his male desire that was still turbulent. Usually almost every night Sarah always throws words of invitation to do that.

"Well, Sarah's gonna take a shower. We'll finish our bath and eat together, yeah," and then, Sarah steps away.

Zio smiled broadly. "Sarah, wait. Brother also wanted to take a bath," Zio immediately stood up, chasing after Sarah who was already on the stairs.

"Don't you just take a shower?" asked Sarah who was standing, waiting for Zio on the stairs.

"Hm, you don't see, I just helped you clean that disgusting piece of equipment. Now my body's smelling again in that shit water,"

Sarah squinted, it was true that her husband helped, but it only helped rinse a bowl.

"Wait for what else? Let's take a shower, my body is already itching," Zio immediately stepped into the room.

Sarah shook her head, then walked after her husband

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Inside the bathroom, little brother Zio was really getting rebellious, because in front of him at this time, Sarah had taken off all her clothes, standing under the shower waving her own body. It felt like Zio who replaced his wife's hand to soothe her smooth white body.

Time and again Zio gulped at the harsh salivary sight that increasingly made his sister ask to be removed from the shackles ******* which constrains.