Don't Blame Your Husband for Loving Me

Assalamualaikum My wife

Dimas laid down Sella's body in bed, there was no partition between the two, while Dimas had started to crawl up and down. Reuniting the taste buds with a friendly decapitation and a slow tongue sweep made Sella reopen her mouth and begin to fight back.

The resistance that makes Dimas more burning desire, 5 years a time that is not a moment when passion and lust feel comatose. But when the body meets the opponent he dreams of, things that have been closed for so long seem to wake up rebellious.

The kiss was more demanding with breath began to hunt, Sella seemed unable to breathe offset Dimas who was already very hot. Like a tiger that escaped from its nest, Dimas did not want to waste.

The tongue sweep began to descend back to the white neck that had been tempting, suction and bites to cause red marks as a sign of love Dimas who filled almost without a split.

The beautiful sound that came out of Sella's lips made Dimas more active, beyond Sella's expectations. There used to be no sense of pleasure that Dimas gave, but tonight the breath Dimas alone was able to make Sella close her eyes to feel her world floating.

Dimas' hands began to busy down, looking for pajama buttons that are still tightly closed until now open free. His eyes sparkled looking back at the real beauty, two hills that were still defiantly strong were able to cripple the soul to immediately plural.

Sella was a little awkward but she resigned herself as the soft fingers returned to give a different taste. What else a tickling tongue sweep makes Sella's body as if stung. Dimas really enjoyed without even bothering with Sella's hands that had ruffled her hair.

"Sister....."

"Don't be held dear, I like your moans.."

With a scrape Dimas has made a plain Sella without a thread. Staring at the body that makes unable to withstand the urge from within that asks in a movement.

"Don't look at that, brother, shame!" Sella grabs a blanket to cover her body but is soon taken for granted by Dimas.

"I want it baby, if my return visit brings you pain. I'm sorry, but if I were to back off, I wouldn't be able to." It is said to strip off what it is wearing, throwing it away until it is all scattered on the floor.

Seeing that made Sella immediately close her eyes, what else when something so big made the memory that once again turned. The understanding dimas immediately reunited the two lips to create a relaxing effect for Sella.

Dimas again gives a touch that makes Sella's soul drift again, making the dry back wet, and the tight back slippery until ready to skate in it.

"Assalamualaikum my wife." said Dimas in a heavy voice.

"Ugh ..sick sister," the impulse was able to melt away Sella's strength, her tears dripping.

"Sorry dear." Dimas paused for a moment to give Sella a chance to get used to the visits that will often be done. Maybe because it's been too long to make the pain again felt.

Smacking both wet eyes then ended up on her slightly open ranum lips. The sweat that poured into the second witness of people who are shrouded in passion.

The race is getting excited in order to achieve a sense that can not be described. Dimas really treats with affection even in a blanket of burning desire.

Repeatedly Sella is made to vibrate violently but does not make Dimas stop moving. 5 years of graduation makes it like getting a toy that must be loved but still want to be satisfied.

The mischievous screams from Sella that spontaneously came out of her lips further made a wildness of its own for Dimas. Various styles he applied. Sella seemed overwhelmed to obey the husband who was thirsty for caresses.

"Darling, I don't want to stop yet, are you tired?"

"Do as you please, brother...."

Teach Sella some style to let Sella move to follow her own conscience. Dimas seemed to float, Sella was really wild when given a chance. The sofa that was still safe is now irregular.

Almost all corners bear witness to the romance of both. Dimas turned into a tough man invincible, different when with Rika first. With Sella her whole passion came out on its own.

"Once again yeah, turn around baby.it used to be like this you were in so much pain, but this time I'm going to erase all the painful memories. Feel baby, hhmm...."

Sure enough, both of them were already in the bathroom. They repeated back to the old days when the heartless Dimas pounded the defensive area mercilessly. But now Sella is so enjoying and there are no screams like before.

Sticking to the wall with one leg resting on a closet and the reflection of a mirror that shows intimacy both make them more eager to move.

Until Sella's legs seemed boneless when she returned she felt an explosion from inside her body.

The word once again did not apply, Dimas seemed to forget his words. Grab Sella's body and take her inside the bathtub. Sella who thought she would be invited to finish and end up cleaning. Precisely seeing the gallant still standing upright and not willing to spit out even a little bit of the sari. Dimas really held back and wanted to feel an incredible explosion at the end of the rain.

Positioning Sella to rise back up on her body in a bathtub that is quite large and can accommodate the movement of both. The calm water again surged with a sprinkling of roses that had plunged to the floor.

With the help of Dimas, Sella is able to keep up with Dimas's endless desire. It's been a long night of sweat exchanges not wanting to be resolved.

Until Dimas speed up the rhythm of his movements to make Sellapun more and more unbecoming.

"Sister......"

"Keep dear, a little more......"

Dimas finally no longer strong hold, movement in the water turned out to make it fall. Like his entire soul was free to drift away feeling the heaven of the world he longed for. The burst filled Sella's womb, how much but enough to suffocate her as the wave came out of the surface.

Dimas clenched tightly onto Sella's body, setting his breath after a draining fight.

"Thank you dear...."

Sella did not answer, her eyes closed in Adam's arms. What an amazing experience, it could be a fire if every night like this Sella thought. Hopefully this is only because her new husband gave up his widower years.

"Failure...."

"Let's take a shower" said Dimas.

"Yes, it's gone" whined Sella.

"Udah I'm off dear hug...."

"It's the bottom that's loose, what's so at home that you don't want to go out?"

Dimas laughed at his wife's upset face, kissed her lips briefly then lifted the wife's limp body from her body.