
"Sister, I want to talk important!" dira shouted as he entered the room.
But immediately Dira, surprised by Arya's current existence. Where, Arya had already fallen on the mattress, without clothes while stroking the golden shadow.
"Sister! Don't wear the shirt, I want to talk to you first!" yell out again.
But Arya did not want to listen to Dira. The one, even Arya down and walked closer to Dira. "Gluks!"
Dira immediately swallowed his own saliva, when he saw Arya's burly body. What a very delicious sight, especially the checkered body like torn bread. Muscles are very tempting, especially gold bars that have stood firm.
"Forget it first, honey. We're filling up on nutrition first, I've been waiting so long to get bored." Arya spoke very softly right in Dira's earlobe, causing a strange sensation.
"Sir .. but this is very important, and this concerns our child," said Dira as she closed her eyes, because she enjoyed the kiss that Arya did in her neck area.
Not poking, that's what Arya did. Arya prefers to bite Dira's neck, and make the most beautiful work there. Even Aryan's hands began to soft*mas twin mountains, which were getting here bigger and bigger.
"My hands now don't fit, when I re*masnya. Even now it looks contained, not like once one fist was already in the grip."
Dira does not care anymore with Aryan babble, because Dira prefers to absorb what Arya does. Until Arya undressed, Dira was still silent.
After that, Arya slightly lowered her head and started mneghi*sap soft raisin fruit belonging to Dira. Played his tongue at the top of the raisin, and slightly bit in order to add sensation to Dira.
"Nowiggh ...."
Dira's hand began to move, and pressed Arya's head so as not to let go of what she was doing. Dira has begun to be provoked, which below is also increasingly good taste.
Dira felt Arya so strong, meme*dot his raisins. Until Dira wants to scream, but she can stand the fear of her children hearing. Shortly after, Arya's hand began to slip into the blemish of miss Vi Dira.
"Wet," said Arya who greatly embarrassed Dira. But, considering how delicious Arya's touch makes Dira a pugnacious face.
"Masukkin, Brother," whispered Dira very gently.
"Well Princess, what style do you want? Are we doing it standing up, but I'm behind you and can't see your facial expression when you get released" Arya replied as she continued to tear apart Dira's ghost cave.
"It's up to what you want, the important thing is to be satisfied. If you are comfortable like this, do it. I will always obey, because you are my husband" Dira replied, before she finally grabbed Arya's face and crushed her husband's lips.
Arya could not stand it, finally pushing Dira to the wall so that Dira leaned there. After that, Arya lifted one leg Dira and put it on her hip.
Their love was so hot that they forgot the sound they were supposed to make. They don't care anymore, all they know is one. Namely, scrumptious.
Arya was bored with the position, finally immediately carrying Dira and up and down Dira's body with a position in the carrier. (Woee even slinging, I'm sidelined)
Dira again grabbed Arya's lips, and again played each other's tongues. They continue to do that without getting bored, without getting tired. For them, the satisfaction always comes from each of them. Always keep pace, that's the first key so they don't get tired of doing that.
"Aggg .. aggg ...." Arya's getting louder, pumping Dira. Until the hanging kates that are in front of Arya, messy here and there.
"Diraaaaaa!"
"Bigkkkkkk!"
***
"Mbok Gini, you hear a strange sound? I'm like hearing cats fight, but once Ardi we don't have a cat pet huh?" asked Ardi as he headed to the kitchen to fetch some water.
Actually, the original purpose was not water, but Ardi was looking for a noise that made him curious. "Mbok, don't hear anything Den." Lying mbok Gini. Though he heard very clearly, the voice of his master.
"Ih, listen again Mbok. Just his voice, until the sound Plok Plok Plok, gerrrr that." Ardi won't budge. Because he was really curious, with that voice.
"Already, Den. It's adult business, Aden will know if he is married how the two cats sound together," reply mbok Gini before leaving Ardi.
Mbok Gini prefers to leave, rather than having to get questions that he cannot answer. While Ardi again looking for the source of the sound, but unfortunately it has stopped.
"Well, Lost."
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