"Wife, dear Yun'er, wake up. It's already noon," Yunyu heard the warm and heavy voice of the man that he called husband starting from yesterday. His husband touched his waist and said, "Wife, do you want to do it again? I mean, it's still noon, but I don't mind doing it again…"
They were still naked under the blanket, and Huang Shu started rubbing his 20 centimetre cock with nice girth and bulbous tip rubbing between Yunyu's butt cheeks, nudging on that soft chrysanthemum that he had deflowered last night.
"Ugh…" Yunyu turned around, so Huang Shu couldn't rub his cock in his chrysanthemum anymore. But now, their cocks were rubbing against each other's. Yunyu opened his eyes slowly, and Huang Shu couldn't help but to kiss his wife's eyelashes and kissed the bright red cinnabar mole in Bai Yunyu's forehead, signifying his fertility.
