(Not) Old Friday

That's how Love is

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That night, Reka had laid herself on the bed but Nayla did not go into her room. Is Nayla nervous? Or scared because of the request of the designer this afternoon?

Moments later Nayla comes in and settles down next to Reka.

"For a long time, I've been waiting." The plan twisted its body and faced Nayla.

"No, narrow my bed."

"Father, it's delicious narrow-narrow gini, so there's no distance between us." Reka grabbed Nayla's body and hugged her.

"Indeed Mas The design is not hot?"

"The heat from earlier. Want to undress together just like that."

Nayla smiled stiffly, the more unfiltered Reka's talk became. He stared fearfully at the Reka who was staring at him ferociously. Looks like Reka was ready to pounce on Nayla that night.

The face of the design is getting closer. The thin lips had managed to stop by and could always render Nayla helpless. The soft play of the lips of Reka alone was able to make Nayla fly, what if more.

Slowly, Reka's lips came down to the neck and down the neck as white as milk. Smoothed it in and then dipped it. Those small kisses had Nayla's entire body bristling.

Reka's one hand now snaps behind Nayla's T-shirt and will reveal it but Nayla holds it back.

"Why baby? I've seen all but I haven't touched."

Nayla shook her head. "Not now."

"Keep when?" The design slightly overstretched Nayla's body. "It's been acc."

Nayla smiled stiffly. "It can't be now. Another week, yeah." Nayla rubbed her cheek gently.

At once Reka incriminated herself on top of Nayla's body because she understood Nayla's intentions this time. "Well, the spirit has failed. Why didn't you tell me that."

Nayla laughed as she pushed her body down. "I don't know either." Nayla felt anxious to see the face of the current Reka who looked clear. "A week's left to go, ma'am."

"But look, you're already awake." The designer guided Nayla's hand to touch hers which were already firm and standing upright.

In a hurry Nayla takes off her hand but is blocked again by Reka. Finally inevitably Nayla touched the stiffening muscle. Although from the outside of the pants alone has made the chest Nayla deg-deg ser not because.

"For 30 years only serves to urinate, has not produced children. My sisters have all had children."

Nayla couldn't help but laugh. Sentence Reka really like an old virgin only.

"Responsibility. I don't want to have a solo career tonight."

Nayla looked at the confused Reka. "What career solo? Mas Reka likes to sing at night, but I've never heard."

The design pinched Nayla's cheek that passed innocently. "That's not what it means. That means..." The designer led Nayla's hand into her boxer pants. Pressing Nayla's hand to hold it.

"Hmm, Mom. These.. I'm.." Nayla was wrong. This was only the first time he had directly held onto the male core part. Feels very hard, especially when Reka leads her hand rubbing the muscle strokes.

The design further lowered his pants until the tensed muscle was seen.

Nayla closed her eyes. He shuddered in horror at seeing it. His mind had imagined the non-existent. How would it feel if it entered his body. "Aaa, no! Must hurt!" Just imagine that Nayla is already screaming.

"What pain?"

Nayla opened her eyes and smiled shyly. "Not, it's nothing."

"Definitely a shadow?" goda Reka while pinching Nayla's pointed nose.

"Ih, no!"

"Yes, no papa either. Relax, it won't hurt. Guaranteed to be charged."

Nayla just sneered. His hands began to get used to following the movements of his hands, rubbing the long muscles.

Slowly Reka took off her hand as Nayla by herself began to move. His one hand began to look for warmth behind Nayla's T-shirt.

"Mas!" Nayla was a little surprised when Reka's fingers managed to infiltrate and twist her. A strange moment filled him.

"Honey, open the top." That passion has filled me. "May I play above, I won't touch below." The designer uncovers Nayla's T-shirt without waiting for an answer from Nayla. Although she had seen Nayla's entire body but she had never touched it.

He gently swiped the dense circle and contained it. "The old man wanted to touch this."

Nayla just fell silent stiff like a wooden doll. From earlier his chest pounded uncharacteristically receiving massage after massage from Reka. Especially when Reka approached himself and lamented around the circle.

Nayla is like soaring because of the first new taste she feels. Just one sensitive point it feels it is not because what if the whole.

"Dear." The design looked up with a dead red face. "Over once a week. I can't stand it." She leaned her head against Nayla's chest.

Nayla just chuckles while breaking down her hair.

"Can't be arrested." The design got up and grabbed the tissue. "Dear, help." The designer clasped Nayla's hand to start rubbing her again.

This time Nayla did it. She started playing it because she felt sorry for her husband.

"Yes, it's like that, baby." The plan brought her closer and kissed Nayla's lips again with li ar. His breathing is heavy.

The designer grabbed the tissue and further accelerated Nayla's hand movements. "Repetin again, baby, it's out."

The design bit into Nayla's neck as the viscous liquid melted out.

"Ih, Mom." Nayla rubbed her neck that was a little sore from Reka's bite.

The little smiling design then she cleans her future son again who was wasted in vain for the umpteenth time through the path of the hand. He also cleaned the melt in Nayla's hand with a wet tissue. "Until the luber-luber right. Surely if they enter in your womb, they have been racing to be a winner and fertilization occurred" said Reka while justifying her pants.

Nayla laughed again. There was just that big boss talk.

After throwing the tissue into the trash, Reka again threw herself beside Nayla who was wearing her clothes.

"Mas, I'm going to bed. Tomorrow morning I'm going for a walk around the village. Long time no morning walk," said Nayla as she lay down to face her husband.

"I'm coming along."

"Aren't you ashamed of the road in the village?"

One hand Reka was back around Nayla's waist. "Why embarrassed? Put on a shirt. Same street beautiful wife too. Don't you be ashamed of having an old husband."

Nayla pinches Reka's stomach because she always teases her. "Ih, old but handsome."

"Thank God someone praised me." The design tightened his embrace.

"Good 30 isn't old, Mom."

"Yes, my sisters always say I'm an old virgin. They marry him to young."

Nayla was giggling, because as far as Nayla Reka's sisters were nosy as her brother.

"She sleeps, but laughs."

"She's going to sleep."

Instead of sleeping, they looked at each other again and laughed again. Yes, that's love.

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By the way, is this a boring story? Until no one comes? 🙄

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This story is a mild conflict..