[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Surrender to you

The throne was stunned when he saw a woman standing at the door of his bathroom. He looked at her sharply, focusing on recognizing the figure. The eye beads of the Throne move downwards. However, the man's gaze came to a halt at a spot that caught his attention. He swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Such a beautiful cleavage looks so clear with her skin as white as milk.

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"Stop me! You're drunk, you better clean yourself up first so you can think clearly" Love said trying to break free.

Instead of letting go, the man who already looks messy even more tightened his hand grip, and more forward squeezing Love. The cornered woman tried to push the stocky body of the Throne, but of course it would only be in vain.

Their eyes clashed with each other. The black eyes of the Throne stared in nervous Love. That gaze was slowly able to sink Love to the bottom of his consciousness. The throne drew his face closer, so that a breath could warm the two. Their distance was only one finger left as Love widened her eyes abruptly. The woman's consciousness is back.

"Please–Mmphh!" The movement of the Throne to smother the woman's mouth faster.

The voice of Love was stifled as their two lips intertwined with each other. Love tries to push her husband's burly body. Unfortunately he was not that strong to be able to break free, before finally the Throne deepened his ci*man. Love immediately stops the fight. He dropped both of his hands, feeling a sensation that had never been imagined before. A strange, intoxicating feeling that began to eat away at his sanity.

The woman wearing only silk sleeping pajamas closed her eyes slowly. I am his wife, it is an honor to serve my husband. Perhaps, there will never be another chance for me after this day, the Inner Love that began to reply lum*tan her husband.

The throne, which had been immersed in his desire, began to direct the woman in the embrace towards the bed. Not for a second did he release his link from the woman he had previously been so avoiding. The man traced every inch of Love's neckline, until it began to descend downstream.

Love gasped as she felt her evening dress suddenly slide down because. Love pushes the body of the Throne a little away. "No, Throne. I'm sure you'll regret this in the morning. We better stop this."

the man with darkened eyes shrouded by desire raised his head to look at Love. A gaze that seemed ready to pounce on its prey round and round.

"You're my wife. Isn't that obvious" replied the Throne in a raucous voice.

"I warned you. So, don't blame me if you regret it tomorrow when you wake up" Love said as she stared firmly at the man who was holding her up.

The throne did not answer. He continued his hot activity with an increasingly passionate spirit. This is the first experience for both. A lot of things they both learned together on this exciting night. A love that momentarily feels pain as if its internal organs are torn apart, simultaneously also feels tremendous pleasure.

So did the Throne, he did not expect this to be that attractive. He couldn't help but speed up his rhythm. It all seems out of control. They are both on the cloud now. However, in between these energy-draining activities, Love dripped clear fluid from her eye fertilizers. He was afraid this was just a dream. He was afraid that this gentle caress and enjoyment would turn into a nightmare when tomorrow came. Love tightens his embrace. A hug to the body that had not been touched by it before.

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Love blinked as the sound of a lizard teased her beautiful dream. The woman who was still naked was rubbing both eyes, and again blinked a few times. Faintly the woman saw a strange room, her eyelids instantly opened wide. Yeah, he just remembered last night.

Love immediately tidied himself up, put his clothes back on, and hurried away from the hot room. The woman closed the door slowly. He was still standing in front of the door with his eyes closed. There was a sudden pain drawing into his heart. The murmur was as if it was shedding the bones in his body. Yes, it hurts more than the pain in his waist at the moment.

"He can kill me if he wakes up and sees me there" muttered Cinta as she walked straight into his room.

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The throne turned its body as the sunlight bias began to infiltrate through the sidelines of the curtains of his room. The man was still reluctant to open his eyes even though he knew the sunlight had invaded him out there. His body crumbled, his strength as if he had just spent a marathon run. Lazily the Throne sits down, holding its throbbing head. Maybe the alcohol remnants of his client last night, thought the Throne.

"Alcohol?" The man with messy hair seemed to realize something when he said that word.

The eyes of the Throne are perfectly rounded. He looked at his own body that was bare-chested. His burly hands began to spread the blanket that covered part of the muscular stock.

"Blog!" swear the Throne when he found himself naked.

The throne held its head which still felt heavy with a frustrated face. Memories of last night's events begin to gather. The face of Love that begs to be released is also clearly drawn on his head. The throne clenched his hands tightly, swearing by swearing also did not escape from his mouth. He wasn't too drunk to forget last night.

"B*fuck you Throne," he was full of annoyance. The throne threw away the rough blanket. Wearing a black boxer and beginning to pick up his scattered clothes.

Those gloomy-looking eyes were fixed on an object that caught his attention. Bed linen, there are red spots on the milky white object. Spotting which of course does not come from objects such as ink and the like. The throne tightens the jaws. His face reddened like a freshly boiled crab removed from the pot.

"Si*lan! You said you weren't interested in him, then how could you do this." He cursed himself like a sane man.

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