Chapter 11

Finally, after cleaning, my wife pouted and asked me to carry her to bed. When she threw her onto the bed and threw her onto her, she suddenly shouted in my ear: Husband, I seem to want to pee... Damn, I doubt whether she is here to torture me specifically and take revenge on her experience of being tortured last night.

No matter how much passion is like this, it will be completely worn out with all the passions of such sex.

I said hatefully: You have too many things, you... Wife is so happy: It's true, I'll come as soon as I say it

I took out my pajamas and threw them to her: Come back quickly

My wife gave me a look: There are so many people outside, how can I wear pajamas?!

Yes, the bride did not run around in pajamas, and even though the banquet had fallen, some people didn't leave and sat there talking about the mountains

I thought about it and said: Otherwise, you can just pee in the basin.

After hearing this, my wife thought it was a good way. Anyway, there was water in the basin, so she got out of bed and ordered me to turn around and not to peek. I smiled bitterly: I haven’t seen any place you have?!

I turned around, waited for a while and didn't move. When I turned my head, I laughed. My wife was helpless. The basin was too big, her legs were spread out and she couldn't reach it. The edges were squatting... Later I thought, she could actually raise her butt and her legs were half upright and could pee. Maybe she thought this posture was too indecent, or was afraid of accidentally peeing outside the basin.

When my wife saw me laughing at her, her face turned red. I pointed to the small basin on the rack and said to her: It's so stupid, sprinkle it with a small basin.

My wife glared at me angrily: Farting, that's for washing my face

I joked: What should I do?

Or I will hold my urine... My wife asked reflexively: How to do it?

I felt aroused. Although I had not been with my wife for a long time, I had never had this idea, and I had never seen how a woman peeed

A strange stimulation flashed through my mind and rushed over and hugged her, as if she was afraid that she would go back on her regret.

My wife did repent. She asked a little bit in a mischievous question just now, and when she turned around, she understood what I meant

She struggled for a while and kept saying that she would not do it or not. I hugged her and enlightened her: It’s an old husband and wife, what are you afraid of?

Maybe I was anxious, but my wife finally agreed. So I squatted and picked her up, like a child urinating. But it was hard for adults to hold her down. Her legs were straddled on my legs, saving some effort

The posture was ready, but after waiting for a while, I still didn't come out, so I started teasing her and let out a few whispers. When my wife heard this, she pinched my butt hard: Damn husband, don't talk, close your eyes, you can't pee

I said I wouldn't look at her, but my eyes kept staring at her lower body without blinking.

I didn't close my eyes, but my wife leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes

Then I saw a stream of thin streams rushing out from her sparse hair. The first time I saw such a lewd scene, my cock rose uncontrollably and became hard.

The water squirted for a while and stopped. I wondered: It's over?

That's all?!

My wife said hurriedly: No, it's too loud... I still wonder: What's too loud?

My wife laughed so hard that her body trembled, saying that the water was too loud, and I suddenly felt that the water was urinating in the basin was too loud. If I didn't hold her, I would definitely laugh.

After comforting me, it was noisy outside and I couldn't hear it, my wife ejaculated. She was really suffocated and her urine was both urgent and long

Women peeing is no different from men. In the end, they will squirt it intermittently, the strength is weaker and the distance is closer and closer, like ejaculation.

Later I saw an article on a website, which tells whether it is a virgin or a wife by peeing. The general idea is that the one who urinates smoothly is a virgin, and the urinates is dragging and some urine drips from the butt is a young woman

It's totally nonsense. By this standard, my wife is also a virgin... After peeing, I didn't forget to compliment her: She is a beauty after all, she even pee so elegantly

My wife laughed at me for having a clever tongue

Then I took her to bed, and my wife said to me seriously: Husband, it's all yours tonight. Is it okay to let me put on makeup? I want to give you my most beautiful one... I originally wanted to say that the most beautiful one is the most beautiful one, but seeing that she has already said this, and giving her the most beautiful time is not only the woman's idea, but also the man's expectation, so I had to give up and say: OK, go and go

Maybe the first shot of a newlywed is like wine, the longer it gets, the more mellow it becomes. I looked at the time. It was just ten o'clock, not too late, and I still had time to grab a bath towel and wrap it on my body, sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette

My wife thought I was unhappy, so she came over to lie on my lap and asked if she was unhappy. I said: Stupid, how could it be?!

Then he pointed to his crotch and said: I smoke a cigarette to extinguish the desire, haha

My wife confirmed that I really didn't mean to be unhappy, so she jumped to the dressing table

In fact, no matter how unhappy I am, I will not reveal it in front of her. After all, I am still a newlywed

Looking at her back, I felt very moved. My wife, who pretended to be dignified and calm outside, always looked like a child in front of me. Does every woman have this childlike innocence?

I was once very curious about this dual personality with a very contrasting contrast, and I also communicated with others online why this happened. Men often think that this is a manifestation of immaturity, while women say that innocence and acting spoiled are women's nature. The difference is only revealed in front of someone.

My wife kept scribing in front of the dressing table, still bare her butt. Although I always felt that she had a tendency to expose her, it was my credit for really swaying around at home. At least she would wear underwear before. I thought it was troublesome and stripped her away every time, saying that she liked her figure. It became natural over time. In addition, I have always had the habit of sleeping naked. No matter what she wore, she would be stripped naked by me in the end, and slowly I just didn't wear anything.

There is a book that says that something is about to bend to increase the mystery between couples. I think it's totally nonsense, but I still like the feeling of meat sticking to meat.

My wife's makeup cannot solve the problem without 20 minutes. After smoking, I was doing nothing. I looked at her butt in a daze. I don't know why, I especially like to look at a woman's butt. I always feel that the curves there are the most beautiful, especially when my legs are together, there is a delicate and fat white meat clam in it. The visual stimulation gave me quite strong. I have suppressed her more than once, slowly appreciated the source of infinite happiness she brought me. Sometimes when I can't sleep, I quietly turned to the other end and used the light of my phone to watch the quiet appearance of the meat clam. My wife's sleeping position gave me endless convenience.

I like photography and took many such films for her, such as frontal photos of squatting or sitting, and backal photos of her butt, lying, kneeling or standing. Without exception, they all reveal the flesh clams that made countless men fascinated and fantasized... This should also be one of my special hobbies. Everyone has little-known hobbies, some are even quite perverted, and I am no exception.

The wife's figure is not particularly outstanding, she has a big breast, but she is a bit forced. A brother once said that when she is upright, she can see a woman with a clam from behind her butt. She is definitely the best woman. Her wife can't do it. When she is upright, she can only see a little outline, but as long as she bends over, the clam will be exposed.

This is how my wife is now. She inevitably bends towards the mirror when she is putting on makeup. Her flesh clams also pop up in my eyes from time to time, making me feel angry and the desire to vent.

I got up and walked behind her, pretending to watch her make-up, and stroking her butt. Of course, the meat clam would not let go. After tossing back and forth, my wife's flesh hole had already dried up. It was not difficult for me. It made it muddy in a few strokes.

My wife never refused my hand, but when I stood behind me and used my cock to grind the hole, she twisted her butt and dodged: Don't make a fuss, I'll be done in a while

Her words did not stop my desire. I adjusted my position and thrust my glans into the flesh hole. I thrust my glans into the flesh hole. I thrust my glans into the flesh hole. After thrusting it up, I went to the bottom for the third time. As soon as I felt a spasm-like tight clip in my wife's flesh hole. I looked up and found that my wife in the mirror had a very strange expression. The lipstick-tweaked pen was motionless in front of my mouth. I blamed myself, and I kept careful not to touch it, but always performed a scene that could cause her painful memories. Such insertion was exactly the same as the action of SB's strong cock pushing into her flesh hole last night. She must have remembered the fierce and cruel insertion last night. No wonder she looked so unnatural.

I hate myself a little, but I really didn't mean it. I even wanted to quit immediately and say sorry to her. Then I thought, isn't this a place without silver?!

So I immediately regained my old virtues, thrust a few times, and deliberately oh a few times, then leaned into my wife's ear and said: Wife, it's so tight, it makes me feel so good

Wife turns around and kisses gently: Humph, anxious rogue husband, I can't wait for this time, I'll be finished soon, don't move around

She told me not to move, and I stopped moving immediately. Seeing that I had no intention of pulling it out, my wife pretended to be angry and said: Why haven't you gone out yet?

I said: You won't let it move, haha

My wife spat and stopped insisting, and turned to fuck her again. I was also happy that Bird Bird had such a warm and compact bird nest. She held her butt and kept moving obediently. It was too uncomfortable for the man to penetrate it. I had to swell and shrink like ejaculation in her pussy. My wife turned in surprise: Husband, you...you shouldn't ejaculate anymore, right?

I smiled sarcastically: What do you think

Then he swelled hard a few times, and his wife giggled: Husband, you are so cute... Damn, cute, she is really good at using words