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The Immaculate Love 112

“I want ablution,” said Quinsha in a choked voice. He had just caught his breath, having almost run out of oxygen due to his mutual fences with Rafardhan. “Mau pray isya,” he continued again with reluctant mode of staring.

Her face flushed almost like a tomato, and the girl immediately passed towards the bathroom with half a run.

There he threw his body against the wall while breathing heavily. Next to his hand rubbed his chest because his breathing was still not regular in rhythm. His pair of eyes closed perfectly and the scene unfolded as he fell asleep with Rafardhan's game kissing him so deeply.

Slowly, Quinsha adjusted. The girl learned quickly. Without the need for cues and instructions, she followed her husband's play. At first it seems stiff, but the longer, the smarter, they clutch at each other in a demanding c-i-u-m-a-n. Making Rafa increasingly tighten the embrace in the slim waist of Quinsha.

Recalling it all, Quinsha swallowed her own saliva. Still very taste sweet lips of the husband, it makes the pounding on the chest increasingly become, and the romance feels smoldering again.

“Honey, done wudhu?” Rafardhan asked from outside in as well as knocking on the door.

“I-iya, intermittently,” replied Quinsha nervously. I don't know how long time has passed. The time that only passed to repeat the sweet event.

As Quinsha came out with a wet face, Rafardhan greeted her with a smile at the door. “Mau Prayers?” tanyakanya.

Quinsha was stuck with the question. Rafardhan invited the congregational prayer, his heart immediately warmed, so he was not immediately able to speak. However, he immediately replied with a bit of nervousness. “I-iya of course.”

“Wait a minute ya.” Rafardhan's body soon disappears behind the bathroom door.

Quinsha's heart seemed to be filled with flowers blooming when kissing the back of Rafardhan's hand after the Isya Prayer was carried out. And when the man kissed his forehead, it felt butterflies fluttering around the blooming flowers.

“I'm so happy,” Quinsha said as she looked at Rafardhan with a smile. “We can pray together,” he continued.

“Honestly I deg degan, because there are not many Surah Al-Qur’an that I memorize. And my reading is also.” Rafardhan flicked his shoulders with a smile. “Gak is so good,” he added.

“In my opinion, your reading is also quite eloquent, I did not expect that you can surf it read Al-Qur’an.” Quinsha looked at her husband's handsome face with glowing eyes. Rafardhan also locked his wife's gaze with an enchanted look. Their language flows through the eyes.

“Eh, What do you need? I'm readyin.” Quinsha immediately disconnected the mutual interaction by casting a gaze in the other direction and asked one question. Maybe her husband needs a hot drink or something. He will prepare it.

“I need a sweet,” sahut Rafardhan.

“Warm sweet drink yes, I'll get you a minute.” Quinsha immediately opened her face with a quick movement. Next the girl was about to move while tidying her hair.

“Where are you?” rafardhan asked while holding Quinsha's hand.

“Make a drink for you. You said you want a sweet ‘kan?”

Rafardhan. He immediately got up and stood in line with his wife. Grabbing both hands of Quinsha and bringing her body closer. “This sweet one, dear. Not a drink,” points Rafardhan at a pair of Quinsha lips that look cracked

“Ee.” The girl who was not covering her head with the hijab immediately lowered her head and misbehaved. Without the need to be sprinkled with dye, a pair of her cheeks immediately looked red.

“I opium with sweetness. You smear honey, huh? Or maybe milk? Ah no.” Rafardhan shook his head softly, while his lentic fingertips gently rubbed the Quinsha bi-beer. “It feels even more legit than honey and milk,” he said in a very soft voice even resembling a whisper. And the roar of warm breath hit Quinsha's face which made the pair of cheeks increasingly red and blushing.

“By ya?” he slowly asked, raising his wife's chin so that the lowered face looked at him. Now the gazes of the two are locked, looking at each other, diving into each other. As if there is an endless ocean in each net that both display small wave ripples, then increasingly enlarged with an increasingly irregular heart rhythm.

“ke-Why still ask?” quinsha's voice was soft and not perfectly spoken. Because some of it is stuck in the chest cavity.

“It is not important to ask for your permission first,” said Rafardhan without releasing a gaze. Quinsha really wants to run and hide in the bridge column, so he can not be found again by Rafardhan.

“Aren't I halal for you? I've been your right,” Quinsha said in a trembling voice.

“Yes, but if you're not ready. I can't force.”

“A-I ..” Quinsha decided her words just like that, she lowered her head, taking a lot of breath.

“Gear me, Honey. I want to see you when I talk.” Rafardhan again guided that face to look at it.

“Tell me, I'm ready to hear it. Whatever answer. If only it were rejection. I ready. I'll wait.” Rafardhan's words were like a magnet that attracted Quinsha's courage to quickly give an answer.

“No need to ask for permission again. I-I'm ready.” Quinsha immediately took the initiative to embrace her husband's body first, after an answer he managed to give by opposing all fears and shakes feelings that can hardly be controlled.

“Alhamdulillah.” The expression of Gratitude was heard from Rafardhan, shortly after his hands had embraced his wife's body. And Quinsha could only hold her breath, as she felt her body drift and no longer trace the floor. And in a moment the slender body landed on the bed. Rafardhan laid him down very slowly.

“You are so beautiful,” praise Rafardhan after his pair of eyes scan the beautiful face that is under his confinement.

And now, her hands come to feel the beauty of that beauty with a soft and soft touch from the tip of the head, down on the face and stop on the chin. Pull it a few inches and duck. A pair of chewy objects that are real red, his landed on the Quinsha bi-beer, while exploring and then began to sip the sweet. The sweet taste that had become opium to him, as well as intoxicating him instantly.

It didn't take long, Quinsha gave a similar response, until their movements aligned. Hands clutching each other in close embrace and do not want to escape. Breaths clashed and roared with blood turmoil that felt heated. Pagutan who originally tasted each other's favors, now changed into demanding each other, deeper and further away. But before venturing deeper, Rafardhan ended it all.

Quinsha's body seemed to crash, and at that time he used to take a breath, as much as possible. But not to mention the relief enjoyed fully, his body again tense when felt a soft touch playing on the two mounds of his twin who had been partially exposed due to the delinquent actions of Rafardhan's hand.

And he had not realized what had happened completely, the touch of the hand had been replaced by C-i-u-m-a-n, kiss, kiss, The l-u-m-a-t-a-n that was originally slow then slowly turned into more violent.

The D3s4h4n slid off Quinsha's lips without being able to be held back. And it was more encouraging Rafardhan to increasingly explore on the mound twin-shaped defiant owned by his wife following the area around. And a few moments later. No more clothes wrapped in the beautiful body of Quinsha, except for a mini-sized cloth and has a triangular shape that still covers the forbidden area.

“Honey, there's still time, if you want to change your mind.” The man said with a hunting breath. He really does not intend to play with the emotions of his wife who is now very tired with every touch of death. It was just that he was aware, there were many flaws in him, and there were mistakes he never wanted to make. Still worried about the news, Quinsha's belief in her intention to be a good husband is tarnished. And Quinsha's ability to serve her tonight is only by an irrevocable, obligatory order, as a wife. Not out of love and love for the husband.

Quinsha shook her head slowly.

“You sure?” rafardhan asked with all his pleasure.

“Iya,” replied Quinsha with a voice almost choked.

“If I continue this. Then I, already have no way to return,” said Rafardhan.

“And I'm ready,” welcome Quinsha.

RAfardhan looked back at the beautiful body that was rolled away in front of him with a look of adoration. He wants to satisfy his eyes. But it feels like it can never be. There was even a demand in him to taste the beautiful scenery immediately.

So, that should happen. Be so. After not sparing an inch, Quinsha's body from touch and kiss. Now it was time to swim in the sea of honey that awaited him.

But his hope was not immediately fulfilled. It is not easy to enter the paradise of beauty and take in every beauty. It was not because of the ruthless bodyguards that made his steps restrained. He was even welcome to dive and drown. But it turned out that the sea of sealed honey was very strong and tight. He could barely penetrate it, although many attacks had been made. Every attack is always a failure. Almost Rafardhan was desperate, let alone feeling unbearable with the hiss of pain that slid from his wife's lips.

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Skip again yes.definitely upset congregation nih who read..lapse is too long if continued. later you are bored.

but I'm not sure anyway, will be bored.that there must be protests because it is not continued.

calm down.quiet.there continued kok, but there are conditions.vote used to dong.ada who still have kann...

hayuk votes so Rafardhan spirit fight to break the goal..

yuk....