Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
Forgetting moment!

The damp room with darkness engulfing it seemed to smother a man in brackets inside. The hard steels curb the cell of the underground prisoners and there was only one light that shone dimly unsatisfactory to the eye.

"Damn!!! this is not a good place." said Mr. Jirom who had been locked up in this dark room. Indeed, oxygen alone is only supplied by a small amount of minimal fentilation that cannot exchange air normally until it is severely tortured. The wound on his face was painful and he was unable to move.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!"

"YOU CAN BE SILENT. HA????"

The clash from the side made Mr. Jirom flinch. He couldn't stare all over the place other than his holding cell but didn't think anyone else was here.

"Who is that guy? why does he have a residence system like a cold rebel."

Inner Lord Jirom thought. He was taken without preparation and it turns out that the man who hit him all out was the husband of the woman did not know the lucky one.

However, at once he hissed as the wounds on his body were so sore and sore. Unfortunately the Daychi members dragged him roughly without treating the wounds at all even, they seemed to let him die slowly.

"Damn!!!! you're not gonna get away from me. asshole!" Mr. Jirom always curses everything. It seems Daychi is not a random person and the man has strangely inhumane members.

"Did he join the Okane Clan? but I'm sure that guy had his own clan earlier..."

Mr. Jirom stopped his sentence as the pain stung his face. He swore that he let out withstand the increasingly attacking pain. If this continued then he would die silly without being able to retaliate.

"Damn!!! I gotta get out of here."

Inner Lord Jirom took a deep breath and smothered his face with his fishy shirt. The blood began to stop because he was the one who understood all this.

"I can call them will help me out. Well, I can still." muttered Mr. Jirom aware that he could still signal the old man a favor with his watch.

In a hurry with the hand that has been laced with blood Mr. Jirom pressed the button near his watch to cause a dim red light.

"This is a bad signal, it's a jerk."

He tried to make the connecting connection by lifting his watch to make it easier. But in fact this place in Stel special to make a strong defense.

"Look at it. You won't let Whuang go, you're responsible for all this." muttered Mr. Jirom grinning. He will not be in vain to make a plan and if Whuang betrays the woman will be destroyed sooner or later.

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The handsome face of the man looked red like a boiled crab with the roar of hunting breath with the rags that appeared could not resist the suction of the fresh red soft lips. He was standing with one hand clutching the woman's hair and the other pulling a thread quickly and tightly making Daychi's sense disappear.

"W..Whuang...!" daychi's growl closed his eyes because he wanted to explode again. In fact, Whuang felt it was obvious that the mighty heirloom swelled for the umpteenth time until Whuang understood the speed of his karoke show until Daychi turned his back.

"Th. aaa..."

"He must have been a seizure!" inner Whuang stared at Daychi's grinning face with a convulsing body.

"Akhhss, Honey!!" Daychi pressed the object to Whuang's mouth several times, who accepted it with pleasure until her watery eyes clenched to the two heavysets.

"Hmm.. yahh!" erang Daychi closed his eyes enjoying the overwhelming euphoria of pleasure blasting out his mind. He was so happy and accepted all of this.

"Nake?" tanya Whuang looked at Daychi who was still closed with a breath of excitement but was very satisfied.

"Hm.you're very good at playing." hissed Daychi opened his eyes looking at Whuang who was still licking until he wiped the woman's wet lips with his thumb. There was still hot lava that he had sprayed in the mouth of the warmer.

"Slow down!"

"Hm."

Whuang swallowed it lightly making Daychi's smile blossom tucking the messy hairdo behind Whuang's ears who was also happy because it could serve well.

"Thank!"

"Hm?"

" it's suffocating." said Whuang rubbing a powerful object that looks to have shrunk due to his super therapy. The shape was a little shrunken but so dashing and tempestuous young.

"It can still satisfy you." Daychi's tease makes Whuang's face red but she immediately hides it behind her jutek.

"Why did you cheat me? you must want to, too." Daychi's eyes narrowed.

"No. I just feel indebted." grumbled Whuang unbuttoned the last Pyamanya who had fallen apart because of the brutality of this man looking for a toy hand.

"You bleeding?"

"What's wrong, it didn't hurt as much as last night."

Daychi sighed and then slowly pulled Whuang to stand up to sit on the chair near Bathub. He switched to squatting off the sleeping pants until Whuang's legs were still in the bandage even though wet.

"You can't get water, right?"

"I don't know, but this is normal, it will heal itself." Whuang replied smilingly making Daychi stunned for a moment. Whuang's face returned as usual as if nothing had happened.

"You're very troublesome."

"What?" whuang chuckles in shock but Daychi only foolishly chooses to take off Whuang's top and only narrates the maroon triangle in line with Beranya who Daychi has thrown in any direction.

"Your set is getting bigger. It's fake, huh?" guess Daychi originally squeezed a solid chunk of ranum it attracted Whuang's emotions which instantly slapped her small cheek.

"Your mouth. Angry Male Dragon." his frown.

"I'm right, if you run, then this ball will shake the world."

"Just like you!" ketus Whuang stroked his guard down making Daychi's faint smile created.

"My shots are always on target.You like them yourself."

"Hm. whatever." pasrah Whuang chose to lean to the edge of Bathub to wait for Daychi finished bathing and then he prepared.

"ichi! go finish your bath." muttered Whuang letting Daychi take off the last part carefully so as not to injure her. Daychi's eyes stared in awe at the shape of his delicious burrow until he continued to gulp his heavy saliva.

"Always perfect."

Inner Daychi felt back rustling. 2 today did not make Daychi tormented every time but he will never be satisfied before Whuang asked for forgiveness.

"Keep your legs!"

"What do you want?" tanya Whuang was, according to her, raising her legs slowly on the table until her bruised white thighs added to Daychi's wild fantasies.

"I haven't stabbed you yet." Whuang was in shock.

"K..You .."

Daychi positioned himself slightly crouched directing the mighty object that was so stocky back up to take a scepter of secret sticks that shook Whuang's limbs.

"K..You .. don't mess around. you .. "

"Scoff!" Daychi forced his way in in a single jolt making Whuang stifle loudly with wide eyes and mouth agape, feeling the hard barrier splitting his body.

"Thank!!!!"

"Shit! it's very narrow." Daychi's groan weakly pressed in until Whuang's body convulsed forward in a snap to her husband's burly shoulder.

"I..Ichii!" wriggling irregularly feel amused mixed deliciously.

"You are indeed suitable to be called the Night Flower."

"Emmm.. Yeahh." muttered Whuang indistinctly. They fight for a moment to forget the problems and burdens of life because they do not know in the future can still be together or not later.

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