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Passion of the New Bride

Faizah stopped chewing when he heard that.

"We live it all first, if in the future you are not happy with me. You can go." Juna Imbuh.

Faizah put the rujak on the table, then swallowed the remaining rujak that was still in his mouth. "But you said I was a burden. Are you sure you'll hold this burden until old age? Ck, you're old, I forgot."

Juna was silent for a moment. "We live everything like a husband and wife."

Faizah who understood where Juna's conversation was headed swallowed her saliva.

So we're going to do it again dong? Duh...kok me to be a gini?

"Hm." A confused Faizah should say what else. And he was surprised when Juna's hand stuck to his stomach.

"We're growing him up lovingly, I don't want him to be the second Halley."

Faizah suddenly froze. What's more, Juna's burly hand snuck into his tank and gave a soft elucidation.

Duh..could crazy me if gini continues. Faizah bit the tip of his lips because suddenly his brain so sore. However, he quickly shook his head and threw away his desire.

"Why you?" juna asked when he saw the strangeness of his wife.

"Eh! No papa." Faizah quickly. Then the girl returned to focus on the television screen with a dry spray because it held the spicy taste.

Juna looked at the girl's face. He admitted that if Faizah was pretty enough, the girl had round eyes with pliable hair, a small pointy nose that was so fitting with her round face. And what often makes it unfocused is the lips blush Faizah which is somewhat swollen due to spicy eating. He still remembered that lip several times attacking him. Can he attack her too?

"Dad." Call Juna who managed to steal the girl's attention.

"Fai just call him, don't get a diploma. Not good at the horror. Let's make it simpler." The Faizah protest felt disgusted by her husband's call.

"I want a diploma."

Faizah clucked in annoyance. "Whatever ah. Don't bother, I'll watch." He wiped his sweat with a tisue.

"I want you, diploma."

Faizah was surprised and immediately looked over. She is not a bego who does not understand the words of her husband.

Duh...kok can happen to be gini anyway? I want to, too, but how do I say it?

"You what?" Faizah asked pretending to be stupid. While continuing to sweep his face from sweat.

Juna was silent for a moment. He's getting confused now. Where maybe he said frankly if he was trying to make love. Juna himself was confused as to why he wanted Faizah so much at this time. What else does his wife look like is really seductive. Though when married to Clarie Juna was not this passionate. He never touched his ex-wife until they separated.

Ck, I'm even diem. The responsibility should have made me expect a lot. Faizah grouse in heart.

Damnit damnit! Why down there keep pulsing. Am I getting interested in this girl? Inner Juna.

"What do you want, husband? Why are you quiet?" Ask Faizah again.

"Not being." Answer Juna.

Lah, failed dong. Ih. where I want it again. How's dong?

Ck, how do I ask her for my rights? He might have a big head if I asked first.

Faizah looks agitated. Repeatedly he swallowed his saliva what else was Juna's hand still in his stomach. Making one's bumil wishful thinking more and more buana. It may be true people say, if women and men are both-aging. His third person must be a demon. And it happens to those who are newlyweds.

Faizah could not take it anymore, he looked over. "Sir husband."

"Hm." Juna who had been daydreaming gasped because their faces were so close. And their views meet and lock each other up.

I don't know who started it, now both of them are involved in hot kisses. Faizah who had been possessed by passion had placed both hands on Juna's neck. Looks like this time Faizah will get a real touch.

"God...." Faizah m*nd*s*h little as Juna releases their kiss. His breathing was irregular because he almost ran out of oxygen stock.

Juna rubbed his wife's lips wet and swollen from the kiss. Then their views meet again. "Your lips are troubled."

Faizah chuckles funny. "Kan Abis ate rujak."

Juna forgot about that. "You're continuing?" Ask ensures. Although in fact he has the right to continue what else is down there already misses his nest. But Juna needs his wife's permission.

"Whatever, if you don't mind." Faizah answered trying as quietly as possible. His heart was already racing.

Juna pulled Faizah over his lap. And again smack the sweet lips mixed with the spicy gently. Even his hands started to move mischievously.

"Uhhh...." Faizah bellowed as Juna's burly hand slipped into her pants. Even with mischievous Juna thrust his big finger into that narrow hole. And playing wild down there.

Faizah bit the tip of her lip. "Shame."

Juna went back to devouring his wife's lips. Then bite her slowly. Of course Faizah let out her beautiful voice.

"Come in, can't stand it." Her request.

Juna smiled in anguish. "Too fast."

Faizah looked at Juna full of disappointment, what else Juna pulled out her finger as Faizah almost exploded.

"Ssttt...." Faizah hissed as Juna's hand massaged her two flesh eyebrows from outside. It was a bit painful, probably because of her current pregnancy hormones. "Slow down, it hurts."

Juna laid Faizah on the sofa, then gently kissed Faizah's neck, the kiss slowly changing with a small bite. Unsatisfied there, Juna took off all of his little wife's clothes and threw them away. Juna gasped at the beauty of his wife's body for the first time without the influence of drugs. Everything looks so challenging. Not wanting to waste time, Juna took off his clothes and attacked Faizah.

"Oohh...." Faizah let out a shrill scream as Juna gently dipped the tip of her twin mountain. His chest puffed up as if giving space to Juna to devour him to the end. Juna's warm lips made Faizah even more crazy. In the rematnya hair of the man to channel a sense of pleasure that can not be contemplated with words. In addition to moaning and d*s*h*n full of enjoyment.

Funny indeed, just now they were arguing and fighting each other's mouths. And now the mouths of the two give each other unparalleled pleasure.

"Akkhh is sick." Faizah shrieked loudly as Juna's large, hard object entered his warm, still narrow burrow. Her tears were dripping because it still felt very painful. But they did the transfer first. Naturally, since Faizah only did that once with Juna. And that was a month ago.

"Don't move first, it hurts." Pinta Faizah gripped her husband tightly. He does not lie, it feels very painful and tight.

Not wanting to hurt his wife, Juna kissed Faizah's lips gently so that her intention was more rilex.

Faizah slipped her fingers in Juna's fine hair and was swept back in her husband's intoxicating kiss. Juna started moving slowly.

"Ssttt, got you still cramped, diploma. I can't move."

Faizah who has been possessed by passion no longer cares about her husband's call. He began to enjoy it. And the game is getting hotter and crazier. Even they do it without the compulsion and influence of drugs. It was purely the desire of both. The various styles and positions they have tried. Even the room was suddenly hot even though the ac was alive once.

Juna completely pounded Faizah to the point of suffocation. And that game of course lasted quite a long time. Until Juna also collapsed on his wife's side. Both fell asleep because of exhaustion.

****

Because of the romance, both of them were forced to move back to tomorrow because both of them woke up when it was dark.

However, both of them looked as if nothing had happened and returned to being indifferent. As of now, Faizah looks busy caring for his face while Juna is cool with the device.

"Sister husband, stop by the apartment tomorrow? Take the stuff there." Pinta Faizah's.

"Tomorrow morning I'm busy, just take it for yourself." Replied Juna who managed to make Faizah Manyun.

"Ih, it's good to fit in again. It's good to go back to that block of ice." Dumbling.

Juna glanced at his wife. Then refocus on his phone.

Faizah breathed a heavy sigh. "Huh, be patient Baby. Tomorrow we go for a walk alone and look for young mangoes. I think Papa you've forgotten."

Juna drew his attention to his wife. "Not exhausted the problem of young mangoes?"

"The name is also a craver."

"If there's free time I'm looking for."

"Huh, bulging hooze times. No, I can find it myself. Tar I climb a mango tree has neighbors." Threatened him.

Juna glared at hearing it. "Don't fuck around, diploma."

"How else, having a husband is irresponsible."

"What do I want to marry you, diploma? You should be grateful that I married, here you are wrong for daring to rape me. If I hadn't thought of the child in your stomach I wouldn't be here."

Faizah pursed his lips. "Keep ungkit-ungkit. I told you, if you're not sincere we just split. I can live alone. What do you think I am weak? You are the mighty I can rape, what else is a sugar daddy out there that needs a caress. I'm going to find a younger, handsome and rich baby dad. The plan is, too, I'm going to go to Paris and be a sugar daddy. Hah, it must be exciting to be able to naklukin a lot of sugar daddy."

Juna was surprised to hear that. However, the next second Juna smiled obliquely. "Find it, at least two months have also been thrown away. Are you pregnant, anyone would. Which is hard."

Faizah grunts his head. "Okay, I'm gonna find a real sugar daddy." Threatened him. Hope Juna scolds her.

"Hm." Juna did not care and refocused on his phone. Sontak Faizah also gaped.

So he really doesn't mind me looking for sugar daddy? Okay, what he thinks I'm kidding. I definitely got a handsome, rich and young sugar daddy of course. You perverted old husband.

Tbc....