Khan, you are my soul mate

Chapters 87. Beautiful Night in Bali

Vefe's face turned red like a tomato as Khan looked up and asked. His legs were still sore from standing up while Khan sat before him, "Legs Ve ...?"

Vefe has not yet been able to continue his words. Khan immediately stood up and kissed his lips at a glance, he instantly exchanged positions, "Sorry ... Sit down!"

Vefe nodded and smiled. Khan immediately crouched down to put his hands on Vefe's nuisance, "Do you need to massage his legs again?"

"No need, Mom."

"So we go ahead, huh?"

"Where?" Vefe pretended not to know.

"Here," replied Khan again repeating his action on the neck Vefe level.

No more than ten minutes away from Khan's achy legs due to squatting resting on his knees. Khan impaled Vefe to get on the bed. Khan also went up and laid his body in Vefe's saming.

Khan's left hand was deliberately stretched for Vefe's head. He looked at her face that was radiating the light of love. Rub your cheeks and lips gently.

"It's so pretty, Mas's wife."

Khan again obscured Vefe's entire face with nothing left. Moving down not only on the neck remains down until the middle of the valley is visible. Give the sign of possession and the red mark there.

Khan's hands opened his own flattened shirts one by one. It looks like a box-shaped chest and looks like a maco. Netra Vefe unblinkingly looked at the extremely seductive chest.

"Don't just look, honey. Let's meet!"

Khan grabbed Vefe's hand and put it on his chest. Vefe moved his hand with his eyes closed. While enjoying Vefe's hand movements, Khan lowered the zipper on Vefe's back while hugging him.

"Sepent ... Honey," said Khan pulling the left hand under Vefe's head.

"Place the pillows?"

"Sorry ... Is it the hands that are sore?"

"Not achy, but the left hand of Mas Khan ngiri from that right hand only acted."

"Oooo ...."

Khan continued by sliding a little strand of thread stuck in front. Clearly visible are two twin mounds that are still covered by lacy threads. At first it was just stared at and then rubbed slowly on a lacy thread.

Vefe felt a strange tremor as Khan's hand infiltrated behind the lacy thread. Another distinct sensation was felt as Khan's two hands cupped to his two. The sensation was felt more as Khan's hands began to move as if walking around the area of the mound.

Khan's hand touched the end of the mound while playing it. Hands in action and eyes stared at the closed eyes of the vefe and mouth agape. Can not express the sensation of taste in the heart to both.

Khan sliding down the lacy thread. His hands turned back, going up and down the valley and ending at the end of the mound. Back invites to play the tip of the mound while on the trunk gently.

Khan drew one hand and one hand was still in its original position. His mouth devoured the tip of the mound and sucked it slowly. Like a baby who is taking his mother's nutrition.

Vefe squirms even more as Khan enjoys the tip of the twin mounds. Vefe's hand clasped Khan's neck so he continued to act deeper there.

Khan's mouth kept in action, hands opening the thread that was stuck on his body and thrown out of nowhere. Replaced opening the strands of thread that were attached to Vefe's body threw out of nowhere.

All plain without any obstructions. Netra Khan was getting wild to explore every curve of beauty. The hands start guerrilla from the face down to the middle of the gap of two legs.

"Call me first, honey?" Khan cupped and fell silent there.

One more hand pulls Vefe guiding hand to hold his weapon, "This is Mas's flagship weapon, dear. When you were a child Mother often called it tomahawk axe."

"Why is his name so strange, Mas?" vefe asked while holding on doubtfully.

"The father of the tomahawk is a traditional weapon typical of the Indian tribe that is very deadly."

"Why the hell?"

"Leadly word?"

"If Mas's tomahawk axe isn't lethal, but it's getting Vefe hooked, let's meet again!"

"Hhm ...."

Without hesitation Vefe held the tomahawk axe weapon. Traced each curve and recognized everything there.

The sensation of feeling increases. Soul tremors churned as if the earth was shaking, "Father Tomahawk let in, dear."

"Slow down, Mas!"

"Of course ... Let him open the way slowly, does it hurt?"

Vefe nodded while closing his eyes. The sensation mixed with pain when the tomahawk axe weapon entered perfectly. Khan fell silent and waited for Vefe's originally grimacing reaction now to a shahdu sound to come out of his mouth

Khan moved his seat to make it more comfortable. Vefe increasingly felt a soul tremor, "Aaah keep dong, Mas!"

Khan smiled at his wife's request. Without a doubt he continued to move gently from front to back. Rotating movements are also carried out until both vibrate and until flying towards the peak of nirvana.

Khan immediately fell down next to Vefe with a wet sweat on his body, Rubbing his cheek, "Thank you, honey. What a great first experience."

Vefe nodded with a smile, resting his body. The sweat wetting his body was not as wet as his heart at this time. The coolness of the heart is as if the earth is nourishing the soul.

"Come to the bathroom, baby!"

"Just go first, yeah!"

"Accept ...."

Khan breezed into the bathroom without a thread. Lazy to pick up any clothes scattered on the floor. Vefe shook his head as he pulled the blanket to cover his still innocent self as well.

Over half an hour Khan soaked and bathed cleanly in the bathroom. Exit the bathroom by wrapping a towel around her waist. The wet hair still dripped water on his shoulders and chest that was plane.

Khan sat next to Vefe, who covered his body to the neck, "Let's take a bath, dear."

Vefe nodded and wanted to get up. He hissed withstanding the pain in his area. Not so get up silent and grimace holding back the pain, "Sstt perih ... Mom, take a shower!"

"Let's take a sling, soak in the buth-up with the aroma of therapy!"

Aaagh ... My mother!" yelled Vefe had not had time to answer his body had floated in the arms of Khan.

"Do you need to rub his back?"

"No need, Mom. Please just put on your clothes!"

Khan came out of the bathroom to change his clothes. Vefe rested his head and body until his neck was submerged in therapeutic-scented water. His body felt warm and the pain in the area between the two legs gradually disappeared.

Vefe exited the bathroom using two towels. One to be wrapped from the chest to above the knee. The second is a small towel to cover wet hair.

Seeing Khan changing the sheets, Vefe immediately approached, "Mas ... Why the change?"

"Let's see there's blood on it!"

"That's blood ....?" Vefe did not continue his words, his hands closed their mouths so as not to say the wrong thing.

"The mark of Mas Khan's tomahawk spear weapon was so sharp it could instantly tear that one apart"