Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
You're the one who asked, Yes...?

You just need to lure him in a little. Once he entered the trap, he would be aggressive himself. And you just enjoy the results, whispered Willy back up.

Marchel lay back to Sheila and hid her grin of satisfaction. Counting inwardly second by second hoping to hear the spoiled call of the being that was behind him. Do not be asked the look of Sheila's face that is like a mountain of Merapi that is ready to spit out its lava. Annoyed half-dead, when he wanted but had to hang.

The young woman shifted her position so that her body stuck to her husband's back, wrapping her hands around Marchel's stomach.

"Sister Marchel." call him in a whispering voice.

"Hmmm..." Stir with deheman as when Sheila was reluctant to answer his call. Like getting revenge.

"Sister Marchel..." This time Sheila's call sounded very sensual in Marchel's ears. But the man was still unmoved.

A smile of victory rose on his handsome face. As if he had defeated the whole world. However, Marchel still refused to answer.

"Sister Marchel..." There was a very spoiled voice and it was really tempting. Hearing that alone it felt Marchel could not bear to immediately devour his adorable wife.

Hold Marchel, tahaannn!!!! Let him beg you more. It was as if Marchel could hear the voice of playboy Willy.

Sheila's small hands began to slip into Marchel's pajamas and gently rubbed her chest. And it managed to tear down the hard-earned defense built by the man. He turned around, looking deeply into the face of the wife who had been flushed like boiled shrimp.

"What Honey?" Still pretending to ask, even though he understands very well what the wife wants. Marchel rubbed Sheila's back, then touched some of the sensitive areas Willy told her. Sheila was so enjoying the touch, and was evident from the expression on her face.

A moment later, when Sheila was re-collapsed, the annoying Marchel stopped the action again.

"Sister Marchel..." Sheila whined as if asking for more.

"What a darling..."

Irritated, Sheila finally let go of all her shyness, wrapped her hands around her husband's neck and smashed her lips against the husband's red lips.

For a few moments, the two lips were clinging to each other. Sheila and Marchel seemed to care about nothing else anymore. They were late in their beautiful togetherness that night.

"You?" marchel asked shortly after taking off his messianic kiss, making Sheila look embarrassed. "If you don't want to sleep." Marchel pulled the blanket up to the chest limit, so that Sheila wavered.

"I want to..." With great force, Sheila expressed her wish. While Marchel hid her smile of satisfaction.

"You want to, yeah... I'm not the one asking. If it hurts don't blame me!" Marchel pretended to look ordinary, when in fact, she wanted more. He could no longer endure the turmoil within him.

"Sister Marchel of old!" Sheila ventured to open one by one Marchel pajama buttons, occasionally giving a kiss on her husband's face.

It turns out Willy's crazy idea worked, too. It's not free I have a friend like this asshole. I have to thank him, Inner Marchel.

Without warning, the man attacked his wife. Enjoy her third night sweetly.

Unlike the first and second nights dominated by Marchel, this third night seemed to be in balance. The two men pampered each other.

The scent of lavender from the aromatherapy candles that flowed into every corner of the room added to the spirit for both. Sheila showered Marchel with sweet kisses, touching the stocky body everywhere.

Now Marchel's samurai sword is showing his fangs again. Attacking with gentleness, so that the victim of the attack does not struggle at all.

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"Good morning, honey... How's your sleep, good?" marchel said shortly after Sheila opened her eyes.

Since then the man has woken up, but is so at home looking at the face of the wife who fell asleep after exhaustion with their night activities.

The young woman's face flushed in embarrassment, recalling her behavior last night that asked the husband first. Without realizing it all was a trap from Marchel.

"Hows it? Does it still hurt?"

"Sister Marchel..." Sheila begins to get anxious with Marchel who continues to tease her. While Marchel smiled with satisfaction. Through Willy, he began to understand women.

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