Don't Blame Me

Let Me serve

Clamps!

The sound of the door lock made Foryn curse in his heart. The atmosphere of the house that was so quiet made the slightest sound so clear.

With tiptoed steps, Floryn walked towards her room. The wall clock he passed showed one o'clock passing slightly. Luckily, Foryn has the keys to her own house. No one will know when he will be home.

“Nyonyah?” ask Ambar who is behind Floryn.

The sound made Floryn's heart pluck into the soles of his feet. Who would not be surprised by the presence of a bitch behind him? Moreover, Ambar should have been sleeping. Or maybe ….

“Ambar? What are you doing in the middle of the night blind like this?” floryn asked trying to put on an intimidating face. He did not want to lose to Ambar. On his realization, amber can live well as it is today because of the kindness of his heart. Want to be seen from any angle, the woman has a huge service debt to Floryn.

“Me? I woke up because of the rain. Madam herself... Why come home wet? And ... that shirt ...” Ambar did not finish his sentence. He did not want to be considered presumptuous, even though his behavior behind Floryn himself was very presumptuous.

“I just came home from my mother's house, she said Alvin was constantly delirious and looking for me. Then ... uh, what did I tell you? Basic!” omele Floryn who just left Ambar to go up.

The house of Foryn and Enrik is not a big house. That means, perhaps Enrik was already aware of his current presence. However, she still hoped that her husband was not aware in the slightest. He was lazy to answer a series of questions that would be thrown Enrik later.

***

Floryn's done taking a warm bath. Fortunately the heater was working well, so he could take a shower to remove the scent of Zoel on his body. He did not want Enrik to know and make him turn into a suspect. That's not his wish.

Before laying down on the bed, Floryn tried to call Enrik. She knew her husband was so into bed, but there was no harm in checking.

“Mas? Mas Enrik!” call Floryn without touching her husband.

Look around, nothing has changed since the hours he left. There are no suspicious signs. Hopefully it is true, Enrik does not play with Ambar anymore.

After not getting an answer from her husband, Floren chose to go up next to Enrik and lay there.

His mind floated far away at the time when they were just starting a household hick.

At these hours, there is no sleep term for them. Both are busy warming the body with the same movements. Not the gymnastics of physical freshness, but the love of each other.

Enrik would not let Floren sleep faster because he never felt satisfied with his wife. Often, they will do the practice husband and wife up to more than three times a night. Especially if it is a holiday or rainy day. Maybe more.

Tired up? Of course not. They won't waste time not making out.

Once upon a time, Folyn went to her mother's house saharian full, because there was something to be done. Enrik did not come because there was a meeting even though it was a holiday. He could not refuse because the meeting was his father's order.

All day long Enrik thought only of his wife. He several times mengirinkan message to Floren, who said if he missed so much Floren and tormented with the meeting he was living.

Foryn pity. But he can't do anything. He can only give encouragement to Enrik and promise something that can make Enrik's mood improve. Amazingly, the promise was successful in making Enrik excited again.

At the same time, when Enrik had returned home, he was so disappointed that Foryn was not in their palace. When he tried to call, Floryn could only say in a moment. His business is not finished. He just didn't want to disappoint Enrik the husband.

Foryn could only observe Enrik's face with pity. The man was asleep and looked a little disappointed.

Floryn cleaned her body because she did not have time to do that at her mother's house. After wearing a nightgown that was one of the wedding gifts from his cousin, Foryn joined the body beside Enrik.

“Hhhmmm .. ended up lying down as well ...,” shrewd Floryn with her eyes closed, while stretching her body.

That was when, suddenly, Floryn felt that there was a movement beside her. Before she could open her eyes, she suddenly felt like a hand had slipped into the loose sleeping dress she was wearing.

“I miss you, dear ...,” whispered Enrik who had been awake since when he had gathered his life. Or maybe the guy isn't sleeping?

“Aaww, Mas .. it's ticklish ..” witty Floryn when Enrik's hand starts grilling on both of his twin hills. The heavy hand rubbed it in turn.

“oya? But I do not feel amused, kok ..” said Enrik who is getting naughty. Not only were the two twin hills Floryn, her hands began to explore an area further down. Floryn's flat stomach was the target. He liked Floryn's smooth skin, like touching silk.

“Maass ...,” whine Floryn as Enrik's hand begins to infiltrate into his underwear.

“Hhm .. I will not let you sleep before the promise is fulfilled,” whispered Enrik who could not resist his own desires. Evidently with something that is printed clearly in his boxer.

Shamelessly, Floryn touched the mound. Make Enrik embrace and reply with one touch right in the pleasure center of the wife.

“Aakkh .. you are evil, Mas ..” lamented Floryn who no longer feels sleepiness. What he wanted right now was something else. Much better than just sleeping.

The touch that Enrik launched did not stop there, he revealed Floryn's dress up to pass through his head. That way, free is the twin hills that have been the center of Enrik's game.

“Time to let go of miss ...,” said Enrik who then immediately brought his face closer to the two hills. With his greed, Enrik took turns sipping the hills.

In front of him, Foryn could only close his legs, trying to endure the astonishing sensation that Enrik produced with his wet tongue and soft lips.

“Eemmph ... Maas .. le-softer ...,” please Floren. Sometimes, Enrik can be a bit harsh if it is overpowered by his nafsv. That's when Floryn had to remind. Otherwise, Floryn's mood could be broken in no time.

“Okeey ...,” said Enrik who again lowered his heating tempo. He doesn't want tonight to fail the execution. It was enough that this saharian could only imagine Floryn's plain body under his confinement. He did not want it to fail and ultimately tortured himself.

“Mass ... don't cheat .. ga-replacement ...,” says Floryn stamped.

Actually he just did not want to if it had to be finished faster, so he used that excuse to press the tempo of Enrik's game.

“Antian?” enrik asked, not understanding. Yeah, they haven't been married for a month, Floryn hasn't opened up about her. That would surprise Enric.

“I-iya ... let me serve Mas now ...” Floryn said it in shame. Beside him, Enrik smiled happily. It is amazing that his wife ….

Seriate.