Dowager Bohay

The First Day is Not the First Night

"Wa, I'll go home first. Your parents let me take you to the station" said Rendi.

"Well, Mom and Dad didn't stay the night?" ask Roses.

"No Roses, we're going straight home. Really sorry. There are things we still have to do so we can't stay in Jakarta for long. We pray that the Rose and the Spirit will be happy until death do us part" said Mother Darsono.

"Aamiinu. Thanks, Mom."

Roses and Souls stared at the departure of the fake family of Djiwa. Djiwa slipped her hand on the waist of the Waving Rose until her fake family was nowhere to be seen.

"Look yuk!" bring Djiwa.

The rose nodded while blushing in shame. The soul closed the door and locked it. Let no one peek when he is struggling with the rose later.

"I want to remove makeup first, Mas," said Rose.

"Let me help you!"

Roses give cotton and micellar water. Djiwa poured micellar water over the cotton and gently touched the face of the chewy and pure white Rose. Djiwa's eyes continued to stare at the naturally beautiful woman that was in front of him. It is a creation of God that he greatly admires.

The rose's eyelashes are so pliable. Just need mascara to tidy it up, no need for additional false eyelashes. The color of the eyes is brown like wearing softlens. His eyebrows are rather thick but neat, no need to embroider eyebrows like a beautiful girl who accompanies Djiwa to sleep all this time.

"You are so beautiful" praised Djiwa wholeheartedly.

Blouse on the face of the Rose has been removed, but his face is now reddened because of the shame praised beautiful by the handsome Djiwa.

"Mas is also handsome" praise the Roses.

The soul smiled too. The hand of the Soul still cleansed the face of the Rose. "Who put on your face?"

"Lily" answered the Rose.

"Your friend who was seen by Rendi?" ask Djiwa.

"Yes, Mas. Lily was my only friend. His house is not far from here. Lily learns make up and can make up a bride. When I told her I was getting married, she was so eager to help" Rose told me.

"Smart friend of yours. Your face is so beautiful today. I was so amazed and fascinated to see it," praised Djiwa again. "Pangling's."

"Ah Mas muji I keep going! I'm so embarrassed." The rose lowered its face. The soul saw the rose so adorable. Rarely are there women who are still shy of cats like this.

Djiwa lifts the face of the Rose with her index finger. The two now look back at each other. "Although I have known you for a while, I have fallen in your charms, O former widow of Bohay," said Djiwa.

Rose wanted to lower her face again but the hand of Dsoul still held her face. Djiwa stared at her long-standing, dense and sexy, rancid lips that had always been her delusion during venting her passion in the bathroom.

Djiwa's index finger now rubbed the ranum lips gently. Djiwa brought her face closer and replaced her index finger with her lips. Gently peeking at ranum lips that had been teasing her.

It's so sweet it tastes. The soft kiss of Djiwa was welcomed by the Rose. The rose closed its eyes and enjoyed a gentle kiss that slowly began to heat up.

The hand of Djiwa rubbed the face of the Rose. While the hands of the Rose are clad to the neck of the Soul. The instinct of the Djiwa man came out, already a month more Djiwa held him, now he will be released.

Djiwa begins to burn his passion but he holds it. He did not want to ruin a hot romantic atmosphere like this. The soul's hands began to descend. Now caress the neckline of the Rose and begin to open one by one button of the Rose kebaya shirt.

The Souls let go of their pawns and buried their faces in the necks of the Roses. Giving some token of possession and hearing the sound of the Rose calling him. "Mas." The sound of the rose holding. Djiwa knows, Roses begin to burn desire, just like her.

Although it is rather difficult to remove the kebaya worn by the Rose without damaging it, all paid off when Djiwa saw the assets owned by the Rose that is pleasing to the eye. Tight, chewy and delicious.

It did not take long, Djiwa immediately enjoyed the assets of the Rose which is now his too. The rose again called out his name with a voice that was being held back.

"Mas."

"Yes, Honey. Call my name, baby!" said Djiwa with a hand that continues to give the Rose pleasure from one point to another.

The sound of the rose grew louder. "Soul. Space Djiwa."

The soul smiled and whispered something in the Rose's ear. "You sound so sexy, honey. I want to enjoy you completely. Can you?"

The rose that Djiwa kept touching could only nod, as he tried to hold back his voice that had already turned into sighing. The soul again gives pleasure to the Rose until the Rose does not realize that they are already naked. Djiwa fell silent and pretended to be somewhat confused. Rose smiled at the innocence of her husband, can only give a touch but do not know how the actual execution.

Roses that feel they have experience also help Djiwa to unify. The soul moves and makes the Rose more lulled with the pleasure that soaks it.

Djiwa grasps the hand of the Rose and gives pleasure for the pleasure that he has always imagined. Now it all feels real. The soul gets what it wants. The Rose of the Widow Bohay.

Contract a hot room even if there is a fan turned on making both sweat baths. The two men have not stopped. They still enjoy the pleasures of the world until finally Djiwa feels the peak and drowns beside the Rose.

Sweat drenched Djiwa's back and chest. The rose is like that too. The two looked at each other and smiled happily.

"You are bohay, Rose. I'm lucky to have you." Djiwa lifted her tired body and kissed the forehead of the Rose for a long time. "I love you, Rose!"

The heart of the Rose blossoms upon hearing the confession of the love of the Soul. "I love you too, Mom."

The soul was just about to lay down his body when he accidentally stared at the innocent body of the Rose. His desire was awakened again. They were not happy enjoying their first night.

"Rose, can I start our game again?" ask Djiwa expectantly.

Roses nodded. "Maybe, Mum," replied the timid Rose.

"Let's play again!" Djiwa repeated the game. Still with the same style because Djiwa does not want the Rose to suspect if Djiwa directly shows his skill in making love. Slowly, little by little Djiwa will teach the Rose how to enjoy life.

Sweat re-wetted the soul's body. The day has started late in the afternoon, but the Jakarta air is still hot. The fan cannot cool the body of the soul that moves actively back and forth with full power.

The sound of Roses is hoarse because for Roses, making love with Djiwa is like being invited to heaven. Want again and again.

The soul reached its peak for the second time. Sweats poured on his body that was tired of working. The soul fell asleep exhausted and woke up cursing in the heart.

"Damn the fan! Just look, I'll replace it with AC 2 PK!" inner Djiwa. "When it can be three rounds eh because of the anger so uprooted!"

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