Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 32

Zahira was petrified, but could not refuse, because it was the duty of a wife. Everyone who gets married will get through it. The woman's feeling was somehow, cold sweat just came out on her forehead.

The cold room became hot as the burly hand was still coiled around his waist. Zahira wanted to move, but did not have the courage. The man still hugged possessively.

"Darling, you heard me, right? I miss you so much, can I want you tonight?" shriek the man with the breath of hunting that has been covered ga irah.

Zahira's heart is getting more and more uncertain. What's he supposed to do? Is his mind ready.

Relax Zahira, remember! He's your husband, he's entitled to you.

Slowly Zahira turned her body towards Zico, now their gazes met. Zico looked at me expectantly.

Slowly the man's hand stretched out rubbing the wife's soft cheeks. "Are you not ready? Sleep, baby" he said softly.

"Can I hold you?" zico asked still hoping.

"Mas, God willing, I am ready. I am all yours," replied Zahira softly.

"Are you serious?" asked Zico to make sure once again that what he heard was not wrong.

"Hm." Zahira just nodded. The two men muttered Do'a before picking up a blessing.

Zico grabbed Zahira's hand, then kissed her gently. Slowly the kiss moved on the woman's sexy little lips. Instantly the woman's body trembles when receiving a touch that makes her feelings more erratic.

The couple's breath began to hunt. Actually they are both early bed problems, but as an adult man, of course Zico no longer needs to learn, as if the science has attached itself.

Slowly the man led Zahira to be more intelligent and comfortable. The man's hands had already started to be aggressive and mischievous. Zico takes Zahira sailing on the waves of love, and dives in a sea of romance honey.

The deeper he dived into the sea of honey, Zahira could not bear, so that a sacred voice came out of his tiny lips. The more Zahira groaned, the more the mist added to the man's magic.

Whether since when the two men melu his leave of absence, Zahira was really embarrassed just to look at his own body that has been po los, Zahira, the woman just closed her eyes so as not to see the scene that made her face meet.

Zico, who realized his wife was embarrassed, turned off the room's lights, and replaced them with sleeping lights. Zahira felt a little relieved, it turned out that the man was so sensitive what he was feeling.

Feeling enough to play on tu buh sin tal his wife, Zico immediately completed the hasr atnya that he had long pendam. Zahira let out a little scream as something foreign came up against her core body.

Although this is not the first time, maybe because it has been too long on leave, it will feel foreign again, but the taste remains the same. Especially Zico who was so drunk with that taste.

"Sick, Honey?" whispered the man in the ear of the wife, felt Zahira's hand gripped firmly on both shoulders.

Zahira only shook her head while hiding her face in the chest of the field. Zico just smiled looking at the embarrassed expression on his wife's face.

Somehow Zahira twitched like a hot worm, signalling that the woman had met her release wave.

Zico could not hold back anymore, finally he fell beside the beautiful woman. A happy smile spread from their lips. Zico grabs Zahira's body to sleep on her lap.

"Thank you dear," said Zico as he kissed the entire face of the wife lovingly.

Zahira just nodded, he was still embarrassed to stare at the face of the Man who for a few seconds had made his body feel soaring and heavenly met.

"Sleep, Dek," she said, still fondly stroking.

"I can't sleep, Mom," Zahira answered still in her husband's arms.

"Why Deck? Do you want more?" zico's question made the woman smile in embarrassment and pinch her waist.

"Keep, what?"

"Hungry?"

"Oh, why didn't you say that, honey? Yaudah, you wait here, I'll get you some food" said Zico, sitting down, and not forgetting his wife's innocent gusset.

As Zico walked in carrying a tray that had been filled with food, he saw Zahira had just come out of the bathroom using only a bathrob and a small towel rolling her wet hair.

"Cock is clean, baby? Don't want to add any more?" ask Zico to put a tray on the table.

"Don't you, Mas, it's still uncomfortable" the woman replied with a blushing face.

"Hehe... Yaudah, let's eat." The man hugged his wife's shoulder and stole a kiss on her smooth cheek.

"Want me a bribe?" ask Zico who always wants to spoil the mother of his child.

"No, Mom, I can eat by myself. Not taking a shower?" ask Zahira while scooping the food on the plate.

"The desire is more, but you're uncomfortable, you're okay, but tomorrow morning is okay, honey?" pinta the man no longer hesitated.

"Ish, you know, there's still a way to make an effort" the woman replied in her own dismay.

Zico smiled, and immediately sat down with his wife, his lips unable to calm down, a warm kiss always stuck on both of Zahira's cheeks, and his hands imprisoned his body.

"Mas, watch out, I'll eat first. Don't glendotan like this, there's Mas's bath," the woman's drive felt the space was narrow because the adult man was always tacky.

"Your client who bathes," said Zico who got a sharp look from his wife.

"Mas!" zahira's intrusion with round eyes.

"Hehe... Relax, Dek. Okay, Abi take a shower, yeah, Umi eat it." The man steals a kiss before heading to the bathroom.

This morning as he promised last night, Zico was already preparing to go to the mosque for the congregation. Zahira had already prepared her husband's prayer equipment.

"Depart first Dek, Do'ain your husband remains very special" said the man as he extended his hand.

"Aamiin ya Rabb, I always pray for you, Mas, even before we meet again, I always slip your name in every Do'I," said the woman seriously.

Zico was silent to the wife's confession. It turned out to look so fierce outside, but actually the heart of the woman was so good.

"May I know what Do'a thou hast set before Allah?" asked Zico looking at his heart while summarizing his wife's cheeks.

"I pray that you will be a trustworthy Judge, and that there may be no more such incident as I have experienced. For now that you are my husband, I am adding a plea to God, that you may become the righteous priest for me and our children the world and the Hereafter."

Zico grabbed the beautiful woman's body into his arms. "Thank you for the prayer, dear, God willing I will try to be what you want, and of course all because of God's permission."

Seriate....

NB. Sorry for raeder, author can not double update because it is busy in the real world. Understand the preparation for Ramadan month 🤗🙏

Happy reading 🥰