Girl Without Nasab & Ningrat Son

It was a cold night

At night in Jogjakarta it feels like the air temperature this time is so cold. Satria even read on social media, in the Dieng Highlands area, Central Java alone the air temperature dropped to - 5°C so as to make the region there covered in ice cubes. Especially in the Arjuna Temple Complex, Dieng is foggy and the temperature is so cold there.

"It was colder than usual tonight, my dear" Satria told his wife.

"Yes, it's colder, Mas. The wind is also tight," Adista replied.

After that Satria showed the complex of Arjuna Temple in the Dieng Plateau to his wife. "Look, Darling ... in Dieng alone the air temperature drops to -5°C. Until it freezes there. Some surfaces until there's ice."

"Seriously, Mas?" ask Indi.

"Yes, it's cold there. It's just not snowy yet" Satria replied.

Indi then nodded. Now only in Jogjakarta if the night is cold. Can't imagine trying to be at a temperature that's minus.

"If it's not too cold there, Mas," Indi replied.

"Not to be overshadowed, Yang. I will always hug you."

The answer Satria gave immediately made Indi smile. The sweetness of her husband gave her an answer. The Indian feels flowery because of it. It is undeniable that sometimes sweet words like this make Indi very happy.

"If Mas Satria talk like gini is usually the mode," reply Indi.

Satria laughed at once. Because Indi understands himself. Not yet Satria started, but Indi was able to find out that her husband was going to mode with his wife.

"Well, caught. Though just dating," reply Satria.

"If dating can't be like this dong, MasE."

"May I kiss the back of my hand? Officially, I dare kiss your lips after marriage. Don't you dare to mess around," Satria replied.

Indi then nodded his head. "That's good, though, Mas. The relationship will keep. There must be a limit to getting married. For me well, maybe I was impressed kolot or stiff. However, I am committed to making my husband my full and complete owner of myself" said Indi.

Satria nodded her head. Instead, he was very happy with the commitment that Indi had. That means that Indi is a good girl who can take care of herself. Giving her honor to her husband, as a halal couple in the frame of marriage.

"It's good, honey. As the times increasingly move to post modern and chastity a girl is often judged relative. I am so grateful to be the first and only for you. Bless our first marriage," Satria replied.

Indi smile. This time he did not respond to anything. However, a moment later Indi spread his shoulder where Satria kissed the side of his neck. Amused taste.

"Mas," said Indi slowly.

"Mumpung Nang-Nang is sleeping and tonight is so cold" Satria replied again.

Indi smiled again. From the words and actions of her husband it is clear that her husband is trying for them to come together along the journey from upstream to downstream. After all, if it is not idolatrous also Indi never rejected her husband.

Satria began to make his wife face to face with him. As if no longer wanting to wait, Satria began to land her lips on his wife's lips. Give a kiss for the sake of a small kiss there. The two eyes were still clashing against each other with a warm twinkle. Until finally, there was a long breath that Satria did, the two eyelids dimmed and then he pagut slowly lips of his wife.

The chest is pounding with the heart racing beyond its threshold. While when the lips meet the lips, the sense of greeting is warmth. Satria will not hesitate anymore. He began to frown and rub the folds of his wife's lips. Greet each other in a warm impression. Rub each other in a wet trail. This is not the first, but Indi always thumped when Satria kissed and touched him like this.

Not getting there, Satria's hands began to caress the curves of femininity in his wife's body. Especially now that Indi has regained his ideal weight, Satria feels increasingly drunk kepayang alone with his wife.

Satria began to release buttons for buttons in his pajamas in his wife's pajamas. Satria's face dropped and gave wet traces on the shoulder blades up to his wife's collarbone. Indi sizzled because of it.

"Sssshhhs, Mas Satria ...."

Indi is really limp now. His body temperature had increased by itself. In addition, Satria's hand was moving more and more mischievous. It even made Indi gasp for it. When Indi wanted to take the initiative as usual, Satria refused. He wants to be in complete control tonight.

The iron hook behind his wife's back he released, then Satria dropped kisses for kisses in the beautiful circle of his wife. This time there was no area that Satria avoided. The peak of the beautiful circle was not spared from the swipe, suction, and bite Satria. Indi brushed. It was beautiful when her husband laid it. Moreover, for so long the peak of her beautiful circle was untouched by her husband. Now with a swab of her husband's tongue alone presents a million sensations for Indi.

Her eyes were closed with her hands squeezing strands of hair. The reaction Indi showed was precisely as if she wanted to immerse her husband's face there. Oh, it's so beautiful.

Satria knew very well that his wife really enjoyed what she was doing. Now, Satria doesn't want to rush. Satisfying his wife of course he will do step by step. Apart from his wife's beautiful circle with its tense peak, then Satria moved down. He greeted the heavenly cup down there with his tongue. The deepest part and difficult to reach, Satria can greet and wipe slowly in a wet impression.

"Mas ... Satria .. hh, yes ... gosh!"

Indi raved with wriggling swerving from his body. Eyes closed tightly, with breathless breathing. It feels amazing. However, Satria seems unforgiving, he continues to invade and shows that he knows the points of sensitivity in his wife's body. The points that when he traced made his wife burn.

After that, then Satria passed her own clothes that she wore. He gave small instructions to his wife.

"Just get wet, honey," he said.

But Indi did more. She greeted and warm and wet impression her husband's heirloom. Satria also looked up at her face, enjoying the warmth that flowed through her inheritance. The sensation is always amazing. In the mind of Satria, his wife was always smart and could always make it like sucking opium powder.

"Nikmat .. you pinter ... Honey!"

The praise was slipping from Satria's lips. Because, only his wife can touch him and make Satria succeed in reaching Swargaloka. Until finally, Satria asked his wife to stop the action. He began to close himself up slowly, giving a stab combined with a bang. The warmth and fullness of the moment both felt.

Indi raved until sometimes the woman bit her own inner lips. Full and compact. Warm and tight. There are no more cold nights. There is precisely a warm sensation that is getting longer to intoxicating. Satria's waist movement in the form of blows, puncture, and blows was increasingly so that Indi really lost himself. Indi showed a natural reaction of the conductive movements of her husband.

Satria did not hold back either. The jolt is strong, the puncture is deepening, and also forward and backward in an increasingly measured alloy. So unified. Like ani-ani who mash. It's moving, it's sliding, with no obstacles.

Until at the limit Satria growled because of it. His jaw seemed to harden, with his eyes closed tight. The man raised his face, now Satria knew very well he was ready to explode. His blood rippled from the tip of his foot to the tip of his head. The one Satria was trying to endure now completely exploded and broke apart.

Yes, incandescent lava instantly filled Indi's heavenly cup. Warm, tight, spilled, and overflowing. It was amazing, until for a few seconds Satria lost her hearing function because her eardrum seemed to ring.

"That's wisdom, dear .. delicious."

Satria said it all with a body that shook violently. While Indi was panting with her husband tightly hugging her. Both are like sparks pouring into the air.

Ruptured.

Explodes.

Without remainder.