
...You feel lonely sometimes, but sometimes it's better like this ...
...☘️...
Although the morning is approaching, but it seems that Aksara feels that this time is always night, Aksara is so excited every time he will start his adventure with Khadijah.
"may I do it ?"
Khadija smiled and nodded his head. Khadijah's blushing face looks adorable to Aksara.
Subconsciously Khadijah raised his face, began to gently rub the cheeks and eyebrows of Aksara, just as there was when Khadijah linked his hands together at the neck of Aksara. It was clear that the eyes of Aksara wanted him so badly.
And Khadijah had established her heart to serve the legitimate male figure as her husband, whether to that to his number of times.
Cup.
A brief kiss landed just like that on the lips of the Khadijah ranum.
"Do you like it ?" whisky Aksara
Khadijah was flabbergasted, he rounded his eyes, heard the husband's question, the red hue on his face was now increasingly visible.
The script drew his face closer to Khadijah, gently rubbing his wife's ranum lips , it didn't take long, The script devoured and *******, in a gentle but demanding gesture, until Aksara felt the body of Khadija stiffened just like that.
At the same time, the script stopped its activity. It immediately made Khadijah surprised and stared at the confused Aksara.
"What's wrong ?"
Hearing Khadijah's question, Aksara then smiled.
"If we keep doing it and you get pregnant then what ?" Ask Aksara in a slightly seductive tone
"meaning?"
"Your college will ?"
"I'm on leave. As before" Kelakar Khadijah with a small laugh on his lips.
The two then laughed together, given the small silliness between them, even though both of them were already in a hot atmosphere this morning.
Khadijah then smiled and blushed in shame, feeling the touch of Aksara's hand that was preparing to start the action.
This morning Khadijah felt accustomed to adventure activities with the Aksara, and again the Aksara seemed to be king, because Khadijah gave full rights over him to the Aksara.
One hand Aksara actively snuck into the clothes worn Khadijah. Start aggressively exploring.
Aksara also released his pagutan when Khadija began to run out of air, Khadijah now began to enjoy every touch from the husband.
Tiredness, and pain that Khadijah felt, now turned into something very Aksara not only demands to get satisfaction of himself, but also makes Khadijah satisfied with himself.
The sound of pleasure just escapes, when Aksara squeezes hers, it certainly makes Aksara more eager to continue the action, seeing Khadijah fizzle out, of course Aksara impatiently linger.
Aksara again began the action, by looking for bra hooks worn by Khadija. Slowly Aksara released the hooks belonging to Khadijah, one by one he loosened, until the whole was released, so excited Aksara threw Khadijah glasses in all directions.
Something quite large and attractive Aksara's gaze was perfectly exposed right in front of her face. Something that since last night has always been an opium to himself. It didn't take long for one of the objects before him to be the target of his brutality.
Sip and devour mercilessly and without pause of course, making the owner jump instantly, holding all the chest tightness, but it is very pleasant to feel. And Khadijah also began to like and enjoy all the activities that Aksara did to him.
The gentle touch of Aksara's lips made Khadijah painstakingly swallow his saliva. Aksara so spoiled her.
Not wanting to miss his second, Aksara changed on the other hand, Aksara again devoured him, rubbed the other side gently, and did not give the opportunity to silence the dishes of Khadijah that were so tempting.
It is delicious and very tempting for Aksara, to devour many times, sipping greedily with chewy objects in front of him.
Until the moment of long unification that feels tense, a pleasure that is difficult to tell. Aksara managed to reunite his.
Until without the slightest gap Aksara drowned his property to the bottom of the valley below.
Many times Aksara brought out everything he wanted to plant in Khadijah, Aksara puffed his chest as he reached the peak of his enjoyment.
The sound of moans of pleasure is so echoed in the dark corner of the room of Aksara and Khadijah.
There was a soft groan from Khadijah's lips, making Aksara unable to continue. Because he believes that if Khadijah still feels pain every time he does it, but this is only a matter of the intensity of their union, the more often it is done the less painful it will be, 'Think of Aksara'.
Although not bear, but Aksara still stomped his, until Khadija felt it had reached its peak.
A slap of Solar light that enters through the window slit, unites two human children who are now drunk Asmara. Under the dim lights both spent to give each other affection and pleasure.
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