Aksara For Arsyilla

Second Night?

Towards evening, Arsyilla chose to sit on a sofa in the living room at the resort. Usually, he just relaxed along with Aksara living in one apartment unit. However, this time it felt so different because it was as if the atmosphere in this place was accompanied by the pounding of waves out there as if creating its own atmosphere that made it awkward.

Aksara who had just come out of the bathroom, then approached Arsyilla who was sitting quietly on the brown sofa. The man slightly pressed his body for a moment until it hit Arsyilla's arm.

“What are you doing here? Not sleepy?” tanyakanya.

Arsyilla shook her head, “No, no sleepy yet,” she answered briefly.

The man then slightly inching to be able to see the face of Arsyilla, “Then why are you here?” tanyakanya.

“Sit down, Brother ... Cook I want to jump around here,”.

Then Arsyilla looked at the man's face, “You have opened the results of your test score yet Kak?” tanyanya.

The real character quickly shook his head, “Not yet, I was lazy to open it. Why why?” ask Aksara.

“Ya, not ... You do not want to know how much value you get?” ask Arsyilla again.

“Don't discuss college, Syilla .. considering how I'm still your student hurt my pride,” said the man in the end.

In fact Arsyilla actually laughed, “Makanya first do not leave her college. If you are not on college leave, you do not need to bother college and become my student,” he said.

Aksara then rested his head on Arsyilla's shoulder, “Iya also heh .. only, if I end up on college leave and continue to get you, I'm willing to kok,” he said.

The man's head shifted, and his lips alone kissed Arsyilla's shoulder.

Chup!

“For your sake, for the sake of being able to meet you no matter what I do,” said the man by peeping back at Arsyilla's shoulder.

Even though the pajamas still wrapped Arsyilla's body, but the kiss still presents a strange gelenyar in Arsyilla.

Aksara then pulled his head from Arsyilla's shoulder, his hands slowly moving caressing the side of Arsyilla's face. Without permission, Aksara eroded the distance of her face, her lips quickly dyed her natural pink aunt Arsyilla as beautiful peony petals.

Both of Arsyilla's eyes bulged instantly as she felt the lips of Aksara already stuck above her lips. The woman seemed to be holding her breath. My God, why does her husband love to create such thrilling moments. Arsyilla's hand felt so cold, both of her palms were clutched, she was really scared in fact.

The first experience with Aksara left pain that not only hurt his body, but also his psychic. This time, it seems that the moment will be repeated with their condition that is equally aware.

However, a few seconds passed, Aksara pulled back her face. “You tired? Want to sleep?” ask this time.

Like the person who lost his consciousness, Arsyilla nodded weakly, “Ii .. yes,” replied Arsyilla stammered. Perhaps, tonight he could escape because the man asked him if he wanted to sleep.

Apparently Inching, the man put one hand on Arsyilla's leg and one hand on Arsyilla's back, with one jolt the man carried Arsyilla with both hands, holding her bridal style. An action that made Arsyilla blink and wrap both hands around the neck of Aksara.

The two were both silent, but the clattering of Aksara footsteps definitely brought Arsyilla into their room. Slowly Aksara put Arsyilla on the bed. Apparently not just put it, Aksara also crawled a little on the bed and began to overlap Arsyilla, using both elbows to rest and hold his body. The man then smiled, looking at Arsyilla's reddened face with her blinking eyelashes.

“Don't be afraid, go to sleep,” Aksara said later, the man sprinkled a kiss on Arsyilla's forehead. Then Aksara changed its position. The man stood up and looked about to leave the room, seeing Aksara's back away, Arsyilla sat down.

“Kak, where are you going?” tanyakanya.

A little look, Aksara also said, “I want to go out for a walk outside the resort. You sleep,” the answer.

At first glance, the man's answer was indeed soft, as if it didn't matter at all. However, in fact it was a gentle answer that sounded hurt Arsyilla. The woman slowly rose from her bed, there was guilt and sin because she always bought time and felt she was not ready. Slowly Arsyilla walked and held Aksara in her arms. Hugged the man from behind and put his head on the man's back.

“Don't go Brother, don't leave me,” said Arsyilla as she closed her eyes.

Aksara seemed to sigh, the man rubbed Arsyilla's hand that looked wrapped around her body. “You go to sleep, he says you're tired, right? I just took a ten-minute walk,” he replied again.

Aksara closed his eyes slowly, then the man sighed slowly, “Don't hang everything like this, Syilla .. no problem, sleep.” Aksara spoke softly, in his mind this time Aksara did feel with Arsyilla everything felt hanging, but anyway he did not want to put forward his mere desires. His love for the woman is much greater than the desire that often comes to her.

“If you keep hugging me like this, I won't hold it anymore, Syilla,” Aksara said again in a deep voice.

Aksara quickly unraveled Arsyilla's hand, the man turned around and could now look at Arsyilla with both eyes. Without waiting for time, Aksara stamped Arsyilla's chin with her thumb and index finger. A little raised the chin, and Aksara immediately kissed Arsyilla's lips. If usually, the man kissed Arsyilla softly that there was this time a hunting kiss and a roar of breath that seemed so heavy was heard from his breath.

First sip both sides of Arsyilla's lip crease. Fascinatingly alternating up and down, his tongue snuck in to taste the sweet and warm taste of the depths of the Arsyilla cavity. A hunting kiss, no matter how hard it is for the two to get back to oxygen.

Arsyilla closed her eyes, trying to compensate for Aksara's truly deep kisses and hunt down, but this time Arsyilla's hand gently stroked Aksara's chest, as a sign that the man had to reduce his rhythm.

Realizing that Arsyilla needed tenderness, the man's lips now moved gently. Arsyilla was now able to accept and enjoy how the man had conceived her more gently and emotionally. The movement of the lips of the characters is really sensual and melenakan.

The script covers the lips of Arsyilla, alternating the upper and lower folds in a similar pressure. Repeatedly until a faint groan was heard from his wife's throat. It was a melodious groove, a groove that made the Aksara increasingly intense sucking, gagging, and cradling Arsyilla's lips sweet like cotton candy.

The scriptures slightly pushed Arsyilla's body back, until a soft, soft bed greeted them. Aksara unraveled the kiss for a moment, she again placed Arsyilla slowly on the bed. Without permission Aksara overcame Arsyilla's body, the man then landed his warm, wet kiss on Arsyilla's neck. The kiss that made Arsyilla raise her neck, and let Aksara leave wet traces there. Apparently not just a kiss, Aksara opened a little mouth, and a small bite on the neck of Arsyilla sucked it deeply, the pain combined with the foreign gelenyar make Arsyilla clutching tightly Aksara body.

“Kak ...,” he said with breath that felt tight.

Aksara then pulled back his face, “Syilla,” he said with a raucous and deep voice.

“By tonight?” ask Aksara again.

There was a faint nod from Arsyilla's head. After Aksara smiled, the man then returned to put his kiss on the lips of Arsyilla, his hands began to guerrilla feel the curves of femininity in the body of Arsyilla. Until the fingers of Aksara boldly release every button from the sleeping pajamas worn Arsyilla. The man held his breath choosing a chunk of peaches still wrapped in black cloth, without being able to wait for long Aksara removed the hook behind Arsyilla's back. Squeezing the peach slowly and the pressure that made Arsyilla hold her breath, the burning sensation that seemed to burn her made Arsyilla squeeze Aksara's hair.

“Kak,” said this time.

Silent in character, the man began to open his mouth and carry one peach that was so tempting to enter in the warmth of his oral cavity. Suck it slowly, smash it, and give small bites there. While the other hand passed Arsyilla's remaining clothes, making the woman now an absolute plain before her.

Aksara slightly closed his eyes, until they slowly opened their eyes by looking at Arsyilla with a gaze that seemed as if he was adoring her. The script then stripped itself of its clothes, allowing an absolute innocence that would accompany them for a while to come. Aksara then groped Arsyilla's thigh, slightly opened the thigh, and lowered his face to the core of Arsyilla's body. Sweeping it through the swipe of her tongue, and making Arsyilla really restless. Unable to observe every action that the Scriptures do upon him.

The woman was panting. The sense that enveloped him now made the valley below instantly wet, making Arsyilla bend ten toes. Feeling that Arsyilla was ready, Aksara then looked at Arsyilla.

“I promise not to hurt you, Syilla ...”

Then there was nothing more that Arsyilla doubted, she gave herself entirely to the man. Arsyilla's chest rumbled boisterously. At least this was the first experience for both of them in an equally conscious state.

“Kak!”

It felt like Arsyilla's entire body stiffened as Aksara began to enter it. Arsyilla's eyes instantly opened with giddiness. Feel his life as if lost from himself, and his body covered with pain.

“See me, Syilla,” pinta Aksara this time.

Arsyilla took a sip of her saliva, a foreign feeling and pain that ran through her made her tears come out just like that.

“Ssstts, look at me, Syilla .. I love you,” Aksara said while peeping the top of Arsyilla's head.

The man then broke in, stomping by holding both of Arsyilla's waists. The man carried the two limp Arsyilla hands to hold her shoulders, letting the hand squeeze her shoulders. He re-entered Arsyilla with one strong push, advancing and retreating rhythmically. Until the cry of Arsyilla changed with a decision that filled the room.

Sensing that Arsyilla had relaxed, Aksara moved back. Stomping in creates a full overflow that both feel. Aksara moves as if sowing opium that makes Arsyilla increasingly gripping the back of the Aksara.

“Kak Aksara, Brother,”

Arsyilla's embrace strengthened, as she felt a sting inside her core. With the collapse of the Aksara on his body. The man growled along with his own that stabbed into it. The characters really exploded.

Broke, explode, and without rest.