Affair With First Love

Chapter 59 - The Passion-Tipped Mite*i

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Zara returned with a small bottle of massage oil. He told Gamal to lie on the bed. Her husband looked a bit overwhelmed.

"Have you got anyone to fix our roof?" ask Gamal. Glanced at Zara who was sitting next to him. The woman was seen rubbing the oil into her hands.

"I assure you, our roof will never leak again. But the pay is quite expensive as well" Zara replied as she sat up Gamal's butt. She rubbed her husband's back with oil. Giving a massage as hard as possible.

Gamal swallowed his own saliva. He did not know why his entire body suddenly brushed. Especially when Zara sat flanking her ass.

Though Zara only tried to give a massage so that the condition of Gamal better. He rubbed the husband's back with his soft palm.

"Darling, why are you sitting on my ass trying? The feeling of people if the massage is not up to it," said Gamal.

"Yes, you're often flinched in fancy places. Anyone wears this style. It's a special incandescent style from the wife to her husband" said Zara, smiling faintly.

Gamal's body shook with Zara's movements. The woman swiped up and down Gamal's back.

The more Zara gives a strong massage, the more she will press her body into Gamal's body. His actions succeeded in making the husband fail to focus.

Gamal closed his eyes. Trying to hold back his bravery that somehow suddenly appeared.

"Eummgh..." Zara moaning. Not a pleasure due to lovemaking. But moans as evidence that he gives a maximum-powered massage.

Gamal this time looked back. "Why are you even upset? Don't go fishing," he said. Although he could not look towards Zara completely.

"What's? Who is also sad. You are halu deh." Zara doesn't understand.

Gamal is still in a position to look back. His attenuation was focused on Zara's groin. His wife happened to be wearing a short negligee. So when sitting, the Zara negligee automatically shrinks. Showing her smooth white groin.

"Darling, now you're back. I'm going to massage your stomach too" Zara suggested as she sat down to the bed for a moment. Allowing Gamal to turn his back.

After Gamal was on his back, Zara sat up again. Just above her husband's stomach.

Zara didn't think anything strange. He only focused on his intention to relieve the nausea experienced by Gamal.

"You are hard too. So it's hard to shake" commented Zara. Just this time she was paying close attention to the athletic body of the husband.

Gamal was silent. He stared at Zara, who was busy wiping the chest of her field.

Zara smiled as she watched Gamal's unmoved gaze from her. The husband's mouth also looked a little gaping. "Why? I'm really pretty, aren't I? Until his mouth was so," he scolded while chuckling.

Finished giving a massage to the chest, Zara turned to the stomach. He slowly sat back. It was then that Zara felt something sticking out in Gamal's intimate organs.

"Geez, are you aroused by my massage?" timpal Zara with round eyes. He also immediately turned his head to the room where Zafran was asleep. Afraid that the child is awake.

"Honey.." call Gamal while changing position to sit. He turned Zara's head so she could face him. Then then the pagutan by pagutan on his lips did.

Zara has no power to refuse. He even returned Gamal's kiss with a stir. He then wrapped his hands around Gamal's neck.

Zara flanked Gamal's hips with her feet. He began to feel his breathing begin to get out of control.

Zara took off her kiss for a moment. He said, "You smell like massage oil."

"Be quiet! Oil doesn't kill, does it?" Gamal doesn't care. She continued her kissing session again.

Satisfied kissing, Gamal and Zara help each other take off clothes. Furthermore, Gamal began to struggle with the treat of Zara's body that was already naked. Enjoying one by one his wife's whites with her mouth and fingers.

Slowly moaning, that was what Zara could do when Gamal started to wild.

Knowing his wife was already excited, Gamal shifted to sit leaning against the wall. He guides Zara to move on her body.

"I wanted to do it on top, but my body was tired. So-so"

The sound of a knocking sound was heard. Accompanied by the sound of a slow sigh of two couples who were never satisfied. They tried not to make noise so that Zafran did not wake up.

Zara clung firmly to the wall that Gamal was resting on. He tried to silence his mouth with all his might. Unmatched delicacy makes him want to constantly be upset.

Gamal was busy poking at Zara's breasts that did not stop shaking. What he did was successful in making Zara feel the pinnacle of passion repeatedly.

"Akhh! Honey.." There was a time Zara's release. He could not stem the whimper that wanted to continue demanding out.

Gamal held onto Zara's hip tightly. He still doesn't want to stop.

While Zara is already overwhelmed, hoping her husband stops. However, she wants to be a good wife. Let Gamal do it until he is satisfied.

Zara does not know why, Gamal's passion is increasing. Especially after marriage. Its endurance is longer than ever before.

Time is longer than usual. Gamal then chanted a long groan. He immediately broke away from Zara. His wife immediately slammed into the bed. Take a short break.

Gamal chose to sit down. Slowly the nausea back on his stomach.

Gamal is quick to wear pants. Then ran to the bathroom.

"Darling? Is her nausea still not healed?" Zara is worried. He rushed to put his negligee back on.

"Geek!" Gamal threw up again. He doesn't know why he is. In addition to feeling the passion that peaked, Gamal also felt physically tired.

Zara looked at Gamal from the doorway. Now he doesn't know what to do.

"Better we check into the hospital. I'm afraid you've been hit by acute magh" Zara said, guiding Gamal back to bed.

"Basic! It should be tired if you don't have to hijak so," Zara scolded with a frown.

"How else. My passion cannot be held back. My body was tired" replied Gamal. He put one hand on the eel.

Zara scratched the back of the head. "Come on! We go to the hospital, "he suggested.

"That's laze. It was night too. Tomorrow is all." Gamal closed his eyes tightly.

Zara grunted violently. He knew he couldn't force it. So Zara let Gamal rest for a moment.

Time has shown seven o'clock at night. The light from the sunlight instantly turned into a light beam.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The door sounded knocking. But Gamal still did not get out of bed. Zara was busy in the bathroom.

"Demon? Zara's? It's me Raffi!" yell at the person at the door. He turns out Raffi is still faithfully waiting for the door to open.

Zafran, who had been asleep for a long time, finally woke up. He became the one who opened the door for Raffi.

"Thank you Zafran. Where are your parents?" raffi's greeting while bowing his body.

"Dad is sleeping. If you look like you're in the kitchen." Zafran opened the door wider.

"Om enter yes," said Raffi as he stepped inside the house. He immediately approached Gamal who was lying in bed.

"Oh my goodness, Mal. You've been taken out?" Raffi can smell the oil.