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I LOVE YOU!

"illness?" Gabriel asked who had started to move his hips intensely.

"A little" Friska replied softly before Gabriel's wife covered her own mouth with her palm. Friska was muffling her own des*hannya so as not to be heard from outside.

"It looks like we should rent a hotel room to let you scream," Gabriel slightly teased Friska whose facial features could no longer be expressed in words.

"Emmmmhhh!" Friska growled, enduring the warmth and favor Gabriel had just given her.

"Slightly bored," said Gabriel who has changed position to be behind Friska. The couple is still both naked, and Gabriel is holding Friska from behind.

"You again?" Ask Gabriel whose hand is back playing the pinnacle of Friska's springy mound. While Friska alone is still busy pulling a blanket to cover her body and Gabriel's body.

"Udah, Mom! Amused!" Friska squirms a little and goes back to moaning because of Gabriel's finger play on the top of her twin mountain.

"You're still passionate!" Gabriel's whisper while kissing Friska's neck, then leaving a possession mark there.

"No!" Kill Friska who is still writhing.

"Yes! Look it! The end is still hard." Gabriel guides Friska's hand to touch and play the tops of her own breasts. It feels really weird.

"Still tense and hardened, right? You still want it," said Gabriel again pretentiously.

"No, Mom! This will harden because Mas hold and Mas play since. That would be so," Friska's face had re-encounter red.

"Hmmm, so, huh?" Gabriel slightly lowered the blanket that covered his lower body, then the man grabbed one leg of Friska and lifted her up.

"Mas was willing to say something" Friska had not finished her sentence when Gabriel had already jolted back into hers.

A moaning instantly escaped Friska's lips that seemed to be enjoying once.

"It was more and more clamping in this position," Gabriel growled and his hand was actively playing both Friska's breasts.

"How many rounds will it be, Mom?" Friska asked on the sidelines of her moans as Gabriel who had started moving slowly but surely.

"This is the last one" Gabriel whispered as he sniffed the scent of Friska's body through the nape of his wife. Not to forget, Gabriel also re-added some possession marks on the nape and neck of Friska.

"They kicked" Friska told Gabriel, who was still moving intensely in the spooning position.

"Yes! His kick was strong. It seems to be Gabriel junior" said Gabriel guessing and Friska just chuckling.

"Cursed, Mas! Still late?" Friska's complaints are already evaporating wide.

"Congratulations?" Ask Gabriel astonished.

"Yes Friska's eyes are only five watts" said Friska a little more.

"Yes, I'll finish it now so you can be booby soon, yeah!" Gabriel sped up his movements while his lips did not stop poking at Friska's nape area.

"A little more!"

Friska's hand was bru*s bedsheet as she felt Gabriel's twitching and finally spouted something warm into her womb.

Gabriel kissed the top of Friska's head and pressed his arms against her beloved little wife.

"I love you, Friska!" Whisper Gabriel mesra.

"I love you too, dear Briel!" Friska replied before Gabriel's wife closed her eyes because she was very sleepy.

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