Forgive Me My Husband, I Betrayed You

YOU OPIUM

The sun has begun to peek behind the clouds. Embarrassed his rays pierced through the cloud clumps. The thick blanket began to unfold between two people who drooped over the contest. Two people who are still innocent on a soft mattress in the box room. Both are still wriggling to the rhythm that forms the friction of the soul. Violin games with a rhythm back and forth cause a voice of complaint that cannot be interpreted. Until feeling tired lapsed limp with a satisfied smile between the two.

Erlangga began to give her gentle kiss on the lips of the woman below her. But again Erlangga scooped the lips of the woman until the long kiss occurred. The struggle finally happened again. Erlangga regained control of the body of a woman who was still inexperienced in the game of bed, until it looked like a scene that formed a loaf of bread stacked in two. In the middle with a melted and splattered cheese topping. Erotic movements are re-created. The rhythm of the friction of the violin also causes a distinctive sound in the ear. It almost gives a goosebump if one hears its screams.

Zenna closed her eyes, resigned and ridlo became the wife of Erlangga. Sometimes the sound is heard because of the Erlangga violin that produces sounds from Zenna. It made Erlangga more excited with his game. For a man this is a gap in itself can make his partner complain in satisfaction because of his game. For this man is proof and proof that he can provide satisfaction and comfort for his partner. He showed that he was amazing in bed. Proving himself to be a tough guy who is not weak.

Not long after the sound of screeching sounded loudly from Erlangga's mouth as if the burden had been removed and completed that day with Zenna.

Zenna smiled and began to tidy up her clothes. Zenna started to wear her clothes that were still plain at this time. Erlangga glanced at how sexy his wife was. They are now married on contract. But in Zenna's belief, she would try to hold on to her status. He would slowly get used to every sweat and smell of Erlangga's body. Will get used to his attention that may initially feel stiff. But Zenna was very sure, Erlangga is the type of man who is responsible and caring.

" sir! I will make breakfast for you" said the dressed Zenna.

" Don't call me that word. Didn't you call me yesterday by the call of Mas?" erlangga Protest.

Zenna looked at Erlangga who was still sleeping on the soft mattress. His smile was thrown so sincerely.

" Ah yes, my mom!" sahut Zenna's.

" That sounds good to me, Zenna!" sahut Erlangga while blinking his naughty eyes.

" Mirine!" call Erlangga with a smile.

" Yes, mas!" sahut Zenna after turning her body.

" After making breakfast for me, hurry back to the room!" erlangga said with a smile.

" What's wrong?" ask Zenna.

" I want more!" erlangga replied by playing his eyes.

Zenna gawked at the face of Erlangga who looked so handsome that morning. Zenna had just realized her husband was so handsome with his clean skin.

" You have made me addicted" Erlangga said.

Zenna just gave her a smile. To him the words from Erlangga made himself still embarrassed. Zenna was still unfamiliar with the perverted language of a man. Even though she was already her husband.