Babysit Wife Candidate

Split the uninhabited forest.

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Grepp's.

Andra hugged that slender body, clenching her tightly. Plied with pecking on the forehead.

He decided to start things off slowly, let it flow like water. Without any coercion or pressure.

"Finally, I can hold you. Inhale the fragrance of your hair, and feel these sweet lips," pointed Andra at Plum's constantly seductive lips.

"I didn't expect this time to come. Suffering for the sake of holding back longs is finally over as well. Now, I can see your face every day."

Cup.

Cup.

The forehead, nose, both cheeks and lips do not escape from a warm wet kiss.

They are fixed to look at each other, the irises of the eyes collide in the sparkle of buried romance. Najwa, seeing the man in front of him was covered in a fog of passion.

His hunting breath had swept warmly on his face. Her sexy Jacoon looks up and down holding back the surge that forced it to be removed.

(I-I understand what should happen tonight. I also understand my duties and the rights of my husband. It's just that, as long as you study it through theory it seems like this will all be easy. But apparently, the situation in the field really threatened the safety of my heart. Because he always beats faster when the uncle touches me. Why is there no such explanation in the book!) Najwa can only speak through his heart.

Those pitch-black eyes that were staring at him within, seemed to hypnotize him. His tongue was no longer able to speak a single word.

Only his sighs and moans were released without being able to control it. When, Andra now began to control his upper body.

"U-uncle has read do'a right?" ask Najwa parau. He pushed the man's face from the recess of his neck. One permanent red tompel managed to print Andra there.

" Of course it is, baby." answered Andra hoarsely.

Blushes.

The blush on both cheeks was increasingly becoming.

(Honey? Um, that's so sweet!)

"Don't call Uncle again, to your husband," Andra said in a voice like a racketeer.

"Then, ahh...! Najwa ha-should call what?" he answered with a sigh that increasingly makes Andra sultry.

"Yep...!" his groan was small because Andra had opened his entire superior and cupped one of his fruits with his mouth.

The strange sensations and ripples that he had just felt for the first time made his core pulsate down there.

Huh.huh.

Najwa regulated his breathing, he felt the oxygen around him thinning, but at some point of his body he felt a tickling and hot sensation.

Andra was playing with both round objects containing a very fitting in the grip of his big hand.

Pull the rest of the cloth that covered the beautiful body of the young girl under her control. Then spread a blanket to cover the two of them.

Plupps.

"Call anything, baby can." After saying his request, Andra again sipped the pink fruit seeds.

Najwa's body is filled and has been formed beautifully like a mature woman was wrapped around. Every touch on his body seemed to sting to the tip of the head.

The action made the passion of Andra who had been on the ground increasingly peaked, he was more fun to play every sensitive side in the smooth white body.

His lips and fingers moved in a rhythmic groan and a melodious sigh from Najwa. A beautiful voice that flowed from those sweet lips. Increasingly make his pegs urge about to swerve out.

The desire of his man has prompted him to remove the bermuda triangle cloth. Andra just pulled the knot of rope on the right and left hip of Najwa.

Now, something beautiful was printed in front of him. Najwa spontaneously covered his private area, which was being looked at by the priest of the afterlife.

"God willing," Andra stared at the body without the cloth from top to bottom. Thank God for the fortune that is given to him.

"Open baby, there's no shame." Andra brushed aside Najwa's tiny hand. Approaching his face, stroking those fine hairs. Inhale its distinctive aroma, then give a few kisses to a small bite there.

Until the owner of the crown groaned full of pleasure because he had reached the point of his gelora.

Andra continued to creep on that limp body, not wanting to hit her directly. Let her rest for a while. Although his passion was already on the edge of the horn.

"Do it, Zaujii.., my dear." Najwa ventured to kiss the sensual lips of the man on top of this body.

Andra also retaliated against Najwa's passionate attack, his fingers slowly descending down the flat stomach, passing through the navel to the valley. Exploring jungle untouched by anyone. Ransacking the contents inside.

Screeches, roars and sighs of pleasure from both, flowing beautifully to fill the room soundproof.

Andra had removed the cover on her private area, until a long and hard wand, standing gallantly.

Najwa who had seen, held his breath for a moment. Andra, who saw the worry, again anchored the kiss for the sake of the kiss that will return to cradle his little wife.

"Hold it, baby."

Andra again silenced Najwa's lips as he was about to screech. Feeling a stinging sensation down there. When the membrane of his crown was torn by the mighty head of soldiers.

The crystal clear granules had welled up at the end of her beautiful eyes. As much as he exerted he endured the pain at its core, trying to enjoy and accept the beat for the sake of the beat that made the pain and pain simultaneously.

(Why isn't the book explained? What if it felt like this? Mommy's! Umma!)

(Najwa must be strong, this is only included in the head of a small soldier, how about you have to remove the head of Andra junior?)

" Ohmmm...!"

"Inaang...!"

They both come to the end of the enjoyment simultaneously.

"Alhamdulillah..," said Najwa. When Andra had separated from her body.

(My hand, it feels like a crumble.)

"Thank you, baby."

"Anna uhibbuki...,"

Muahas.

After the kiss, cover Najwa's body with a blanket.

Andra smiled when she saw that both eyes had been closed.

(Sorry, it has made you sick and tired)

(May you be a sholihah wife and become one of God's heavenly women.)

Andra got down from their quarrel, ridding themselves of the rest of their romance.

Even at midnight, Andra still takes a bath. Because he can't sleep with a sticky body.

Clean the core of Najwa, with washcloth and warm water. Compressing it briefly because it is a bit swollen due to the actions that can not control themselves.

(Oh, kasian my wife. Sorry, my dear.).

(Blood, a lot of it. I promise I'll hold back before you recover.)

Andra closed the body again, lying next to her. Pulling the warm body into his arms.

(The son has a wife, so he has a life roll)

******

Najwa woke up, seeing a round object attached to the wall of the room. Time has shown at 5am.

"It's late at dawn, you have to take a shower."

"Allah.., aw .., aw ...," his his his hisses slowly, trying to descend slowly from the bed. Then, suddenly his body floated.

"Akhc!"

"Astagfireullah! Brother!" pekik Najwa. When a pair of burly hands have lifted it and carried it ala bridal style.

"So, that's a call for me?"

" Em, maybe. Than om-om, right?" tanya Andra makes Najwa suck his head on the chest of his field.

"Yep, I'm helping you take a shower."

"Geeh!"

"W-what!"

They've reached the bathroom.

"No need! Najwa can bathe alone," he refused, because he was still embarrassed when his body was looked back on. There are a lot of red tompells there.

" Why, did you forget? The story of Rosulullah who bathed the junub one vessel with Sayyidatina Aisyah R.A.?" tanya Andra makes Najwa clumsy.

"Remember the hell, just...,"

"Well, the water is ready. Soak let your body relax." said Andra who has prepared warm water in the bathup.

"It's still swollen?"

"Here, you see!" Bathrobe unveil.

"Yeah...!" Najwa brushes Andra's hand.

"Sorry, Brother. But I'm ashamed..," murmured little Najwa.

"Sister I've seen. I've frowned too," seduced Andra, smiling ignorantly.

Likes to see Najwa's reddish cheeks getting blushed.

"Sister!" peek at Najwa again. This time he also closed both his legs.

"I just saw it. Still swollen what's missing? You see last night already Brother compress anyway, but briefly because of sleepy rush," explained Andra.

Najwa, who now understood her husband's intentions, began to open her legs. Najwa's position is now sitting on the edge of the bath.

Andra gulped his saliva hard, his jakun down. Instantly his passion came back when the beautiful scenery was caught by his eyes.

His soldiers stood up again, to make his boxer shorts tight.

Najwa turned his face away, as Andra stood up. It showed a large bulge in the middle of his pants.

(That's why I don't want to do it, I'm sure you're a big brother again. While my core still stings.) Najwa's inner.

(Hadeww...., how is this? Little soldiers want to attack the fire country again. While my wife is still.

"Our brother can oversleep his Fajr prayer. Najwa took a bath herself, yes,"

Andra nodded and smiled, she should be able to endure it. Then Najwa took a bath and Andra took a shower. Both held their eyes back.

Fajr Prayer is over.

As usual, Najwa will muroja'ah.severa.about half to an hour.

Andra just listened on a king size mattress, where the shape is no longer neat and the petals have been partially scattered on the floor.

Because it cannot bear to remember the shape of Najwa's body that burns his passion. This morning, they repeated the beautiful story of the first night.

Najwa who feels better, not until the heart rejects the wishes of her husband. Although the fear was still there, he tried to live out his obligations casually.

Because that makes it very painful when we are too tense.

*******

Five years passed.

A young woman dressed in long cover with a khimar wrapped tightly around her head. Teihat is pushing a baby carriage in the green garden area.

Autumn has just touched the land of his land of these ninjas.

"Darling!" call a man holding one of their sons.

"Es cream?"

"You guys, you've never heard what Ima said." Najwa widened her two beautiful eyes. When he saw the face of the son who was full of stains leftover chocolate ice cream.

The two-year-old boy just laughed at his Ima expression.

"Yurushite!" (Pardon us) The father and son bowed their heads.

"Yamaaaa! Huuwaa.....!" crying of a boy in a baby carriage.

"Darling...,"

"So soon, here give me Baby El let me clean it up. Then, Brother take Baby Al to play, remember not to give ice cream!" najwa's word to Andra.

It turns out that the age of growing up does not promise that the behavior is similar. The proof, Andra at the age of more than 43 years still no adult in front of the two children and his wife.

"Ready sweetheart!"

"Watashi no utsukushi!" ( my beauty! )

以上。

Ijo (Outdated in Japanese)

...End...

...Andra and Najwa are happy....

...So mak finished the only season until here....

...Because, you want to focus on the same novel event....

...Changing Destiny....

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...Sorry if there is a wrong word.🙏🤗....

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...All means a lot to this gleeful chibi mak....

Because, I'm without you. Like a vegetable without a sauce. Drag it!😇

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