You are Like My Surg

Mother-Father, Help Me!

In the thick of the night, the newlyweds' luxurious seven-day wedding bed was heard squeaking with the giver's rude gestures and the recipient's body rejection.

"Akhhhhhh ..," Geisha screeches. His voice was so loud that it was sticking out of his esophagus, as Genta clawed at his smooth thigh. As the samurai tip spears skin, scratches, then gaping, and finally spits out splashes of blood that flow along the legs and seeps into the white sheets that just this afternoon Geisha replace.

The wife floundered. Wrestled there and there with a cry for mercy. "Why are you the same?" ask her with a cry.

Geisha's cheekbones are bruised. The corner of her lips was bleeding, the woman was crushed, torn and torn, thanks to the rough actions of her husband. Gentala who has been possessed with another personality, just silent. He enjoyed the delicious sensation of the curves of the wife's body. The geisha only felt a rough gust of breath coming out from Gentala's face.

The geisha straightened her hands up, pushing Genta's chest and turning her face away. She avoided every kiss and painful bite from her husband's lips and teeth.

Byrr.

Pajama buttons were released due to Genta's rough knuckles, Geisha's breastplate was exposed, Genta was further ignited. He scooped up the crazy chunks of a speedy Geisha and made the core continue to pulsate.

And.

"ARGHHHH! DADDY'S! MADISON ... HELPME! Geisha is back screaming. "Don't get bitten, Mom! IT HURTS!!" in a groan of tears, Geisha pleaded. Gentala bit his wife's chest until it felt like breaking up.

Ah, sore, poignant! Geisha is hysterical.

The geisha hit Genta on the back as the man was bending over. Asking to stop. "I don't want to be like this, Mom. Can you slow down? This is the first for me!" hardik Geisha can't stand it.

Genta does not rub. He was already swimming in the euphoria of his sadism. All he wanted was to melt into a desire that had been locked up for a long time.

The Geisha's body is intoxicating. Exceeding the beauty of Avika and Kahla. Moreover, the man has been widowed with a short time, Genta longs for lovemaking activities. And so, he spilled out tonight in the midst of the torrential downpour out there.

Darrs.

Lightning surged with ringing and shouting Geisha who kept calling out the names of God, Mother and Father.

What's wrong with her husband? Crazy huh?

"YES ALLAH, sick ...," his hands were squeezing the sheets. The bell is at the bottom, biting its core center which is still tight.

With a plain body, because his pajamas have been forcibly removed, Geisha resigned to be treated like an animal by the husband. Want to kick Genta. But, he can't. Because his ankles are tied with rope.

This was first for him, the virginity he had kept for twenty-four years would be taken away without happy impressions. There are no warm touches and caresses like the first time they kiss after marriage. Or, in Korean drama scenes that he often witnessed with his two friends secretly in the room.

Clear water specks continued to flock down from the corner of his eyes. The face of the Geisha, which had been bruised by blows and slaps, became reddened with muscles sticking out of the temple, while the Genta began to fuse his possessions in a rough motion.

Blasses.

"MUHHHH!" pekik Geisha is amazing. He bit his lips until it bled, because of the brutal Gentala movement. Seeing the Geisha squealing in pain, the adrenaline of Genta kept racing. The clapper continued to barge in, the cramped and warm feeling made the man even darker in the eyes.

Bemoan.

Be ill.

Heat.

Rips.

"AHHHH! GODDAMN, MOM!" Geisha keep screaming. On the second floor, in one of the rooms, the woman screamed under the hood of her husband. The man who is supposed to protect and protect her.

The clapper strangled the Geisha's neck with its rough hands, while smelling it rough. Stroke for the sake of the beat he continues to give in the center of the core of the wife. Virginity blood splattered on the Geisha's thigh, flowing down.

Sir.

The slap landed back on both of his cheeks. Geisha's persuasion continues to stimulate Genta's brain to keep playing with his sadism.

"Geehh!" Gentala howling favors. There was only the sound of the scrumptious whimper of Gentala and the painful whimper of Geisha.

The woman could no longer scream. His mouth feels numb. Because the slap that had landed in the tens of times, made him mute. A geisha cannot move her tongue. The muscles in the mouth wall twitch, due to continuous lacing.

Hair loss due to the jambai, scratches around the thigh to the legs, hand checks around the arms, bites along the neck, bluish bruises on the temples, cheekbones and the corners of the lips, etc, swollen eyelids thanks to hand toning. All created with a savage in the body of a geisha.

Faintly his eyes darkened. Genta's burly body that was encrusting itself from above, only looked like a shadow of the whitening wind. The pain that had been jarring in his body had disappeared. The petite body that was eaten away felt weak and weak.

"Help me, Mas .. I'm sick!" door's welding. It was as if life was on the edge of the horn.

Dep.

The voice of the Geisha disappeared, along with her closed eyelids.

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Genta the monster, began to wake up. He was crying not because. Patting Geisha cheeks that have been blackened, no longer blue.

"Darling!" sorry screams. The blood of the virgin Geisha is seen mixed with the blood that flows from the surface of the skin of his thigh and also with sweat.

"I'm sorry, Sha. I've made you sick," he said, gurgling with a trembling body.

"Darling, wakeup. I treat, yes," he added.

The sweat of the flood on his face. He managed to get the release that he had longed for in a violent way and must have caused trauma in his wife's heart. The geisha he had embraced in the chest, he put back in the vortex of the mattress. Genta sat down to put his pajamas back on. With a messy breath mixed with fear and nervousness. The man rushed to open the bottom of the nightstand drawer that had not been plastered for a week by a Geisha.

He received an injection containing anti-pain medication. He grabbed an arm in a geisha and started injecting it.

"I'm sorry, honey. Please realize!" geisha bodies are weak. Feeling the change of Genta these few days, made him no appetite. In addition to the war some time ago in bed, really makes him helpless.

Genta hit his head, slapped his face and grabbed his hair in regret.

"Don't touch a geisha if you can't control yourself. Fragile geisha, Gen!"

"It is better that the doctor restrains himself for three months. Discuss the Doctor's problems with the wife. I'm sure, Doctor's wife will accept."

Genta was getting frustrated, why the shadow of Andre and Doctor Gilang's speech just appeared now. Where was he when he was sick with his illness? Though at first he had tried to hold back, why even this is the end.

Genta exhaled a coarse breath, repeatedly rubbing his face in a huff. Sighing heavily to relieve the tight ripples in the chest. "O Allah ..," the man called upon the name of Allah. Ask for help for his wife who has been torn.

Gentala screamed more and more, as he saw a drop of clear white water coming out of the corner of his wife's eyes. Dropping wet the cheek then falls to the neck. Genta knew, in his unconsciousness, the Geisha's body was groaning in pain.

And.

Genta's eyeballs want to fall on the roll, while seeing Geisha's body twitched. Both of his hands were clenched, his legs were stomping with his head continuously heading backwards. Both of his eyes are still closed. Geisha groaning. Gentala restrained his wife again, he pressed the Geisha's arms together to stop the wife from twitching.

"Dear, wakeful!" frightened shouting.

In the past, Kahla and Avika momentarily realized just crying while groaning painfully. Unlike the Geisha, which even now gives a different effect. More frightening than his two ex-wives.

True, Geisha is fragile and sick.

"Sayanggggg!" yell Genta. The man was getting frustrated. He was confused what to do now. "Please wake up! I'm sorry, Sha!"

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Trangs.

The glass filled with water that the clasped bell had just fallen down as he returned to the room and did not find his wife's body in the bed. There was only a trace of body contortion last night still imprinted in the vortex of the mattress.

"Sha's? Where're you?" call Genta for a moment his steps are already on the bathroom door leaf that deep darkens, signifying there is no presence of his wife in there.

And.

Srek.

"Gee!"

A clapper with blingsatan steps rushed out of the room, when he heard the shriek of the voice of a Geisha who was somewhere.

"Sha!" yell Genta. His head howled down from the steps of the second floor staircase. He saw the Geisha falling on the steps of the stairs as he stepped down. The geisha who was half-tolerant from tripping with the thick blanket she wore to cover her innocent body, looked up at Genta with a scared face.

His body trembled, he tried to creep on the floor to get out of this house. The woman was afraid, she felt Genta was not her husband.

"GAYO!" sergeant Genta. He found his wife's body. Genta hold firmly Geisha so as not to creep again on the floor near the main door.

"Ah, no! Please don't hurt me!" Geisha forced to turn around shouting with unclear speech, because his mouth felt hot, pained and crushed. He pulled the blanket over to wrap himself. Looking at Genta's face, it seemed more terrifying than the demon king who liked to come in his nightmares as a child.

Geisha shock.

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You have to be patient waiting for this story. Although not sure when the ups, and most will appear in the weekend end.

And this episode I'm up at night, if anyone reads it morning or noon so please forgive. You can follow my IG to know when I'm up. Because before up this story, I will definitely give inpoh.

Patience Geisha.