Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

Aman

Just now Agam was about to close his eyes, suddenly his hand was pulled by Paris.

" Mother, kelonin. "paris whine in his sleep.

Agam became more and more swallowing saliva with increasingly difficult when he felt his hand was on the chest of the wife.

" Athaghfirullahhal.... This temptation is Yes Allah. "the cry of Agam restrained.

Paris who was not wearing a breastplate alias br@, and Agam shirt that was worn was not too thick cloth, making Agam could feel how chewy the chest of the wife like squizy.

" What the hell is there a little gini nongol on his chest? " murm Agam slowly while feeling the soft chest of Paris in his hand. Not yet got an answer to his question, Agam raised half of his body to look at the front of Paris. Figuring out what it was that felt like a small but rather hard circle.

Slightly leaning forward, and the buttons of the shirt in Paris open two at the top, making Agam see clearly what he had felt.

Again Agam swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. He hurriedly returned to his original position, behind the body of Paris. He rubbed his face violently. Then he immediately pulled his hand.

" Mother... Kelonin dong.. "racing Paris back while pulling with a tight hand Agam he was about to pull earlier. And now, the position of his hand is on the two mountains of Paris perfectly.

" Pariiiss.

" Is it not a sin if I just hold it? The vow... My soul thrashed. " murmured Agam.

" Any, is it halal, right? It means no sins. Just hold. If more than hold also will not sin kok Gam. "murm Agam back as if talking to himself.

Paris's hand grip began to loosen. It is used by Agam to touch the chest of the wife. Then his instincts said to squeeze it. Agam squeezed one of the twin mountains of Paris, and moved to the other as well.

So this is how it feels. Really like a squizy. Inner Agam.

" Nggghhhhhh. "sounds from the mouth of Paris that still closed his eyes. Agam hastily stopped his action. Afraid that his wife would wake up.

Maybe the pleasure he felt like in his dream had disappeared, whether consciously or not, Paris again grabbed Agam's hand and he put it in the shirt he was wearing and he brought it to his chest.

Agam had refused by trying to pull his hand out, but Paris held it tightly. And back he took it upon one of his twin mountains.

" Paris wants more... It's nice. "the Paris racoo is back.

" Oh Allah... Is this his name? A reward? Or even a trial? If this is a trial, your trials are indeed O Allah. "murm Agam.

Agampun finally re-squeezed the chest of Paris alternately. Agam could not stand the strange gelenyar that appeared in his body.

" Don't scold me if I do more" murmured Agam near Paris' ear. His hands began to get out of control. He played the bulge that was on the chest of the wife.

" Mmpphhh.... Sjssshhhh.... " Paris sighed and raved in his sleep. Hearing his wife make the sound of her affirmation, Agam begins to fondle Paris. He kissed and licked the neck of Paris that was not covered by hair.

Do not leave a trace, Agam.inner Agam warned himself.

The work done by Agam continues. His hands did not stop exploring his wife's body. Paris also continued to sigh in her sleep. I don't know what Paris is dreaming about right now.

The air is getting hotter in Agam's body. He opened the shorts he was wearing before to leave only the boxer alone. Then he again fondled his wife while moving the bottom that he attached to the back of Paris' body.

Half an hour later, Agam groaned loudly but he tried to hold back so that he did not let out his voice when at the bottom spitting out his hot larvae.

Agam sleeping on his back while closing his eyes neutralize his heartbeat that beat fast ngos-nosy because he had finished exercising at night.

After a fairly normal heartbeat, Agam rose from his sleep.

" Well, wet" he said when he saw his boxer wet with sticky liquid.

Then he turned to Paris who was still asleep. Agam tidied up the messy Paris shirt, then examined the neck and neck of Paris.

" Oh, safe. I can resist leaving no trace. "he murmured. Then he pulled out a blanket and confirmed the blanket over Paris' body. After that, Agam stood up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

The morning is approaching. At five and a quarter, Paris opened her eyes.

Dugs... Brak ....

After screaming in surprise, Paris spontaneously kicked Agam's body and made Agam fall to the floor. Fortunately, Agam fell while carrying a thick blanket. So the pant*t is not so numb.

" Auuu. " Wake up - wake up screaming.. Keep wearing it again. Sick tau. " said Agam upset. In addition to her pant*t which feels a little hot, Agam feels disturbed sleep. Last night he slept very late, and at dawn he woke up to pray and only a few moments ago he was able to go back to sleep.

" What are you doing here? " snaps Paris while trying to cover her smooth thigh by tugging at the shirt she was wearing. Because the blanket that had covered his thigh, attracted by Agam who fell.

" This is my room, " replied Agam somewhat annoyed while standing up and returning to the bed.

" I know this is Lo's room. What I asked, why are you sleeping in this bed? " ask Paris again still in an annoyed tone.

" Where should I sleep if not in this bed? " agam answered while sleeping on her back to Paris. " Mending you hunt for dawn prayers there. I want to be bright outside. " continued Agam.

Paris immediately glanced at the wall clock. ' Oh, it's almost half six. I oversleep.' Inner Paris then he immediately got up and went to the bathroom.

Until the bathroom, Paris opened her pants because she was about to pee.

" Loh, are my pants wet?? " his mummy when you realize if****************** wet. " I'm wetting the cooker? I don't think so. The man had dried the bed sheet "he continued muttering.

" Ha??? Don't don't don't... Overnight ... " Paris guessed and tried to remember. Then he covered his mouth with both hands. " Cooking anyway??? Last night, I just had a dream. Cook the hell just a dream can get really wet like gini? "

Paris covered her face with both hands. He felt very embarrassed if it turned out that his dream last night really made him wet. Because Paris felt, the dream was like real.

" Ah, did not-don't-don't I also really sigh last night???? Aaaa..... Shame is it... He is not yes.... "

Paris stomped both her legs to the floor as she felt very bodo*. " Continue now, do I also have to shampoo to purify myself? " sanyanya. " I don't know... Cook do I have to ask him anyway??? " monology.

" If you don't ask, it's wrong again. It was Paris... I usually have no shame. Tanya yes just ask me anyway. "the murmur. Then he decided to reopen the bathroom door and slightly looked out.

" Gam.... " call her. " Agaaaaammm. But Agam still did not budge. " Well, get some sleep on her. " grumble Paris.

" Welcome away... Search safely "he said at the end. Then Paris went back into the bathroom and took a big shower.

After the bath, Paris immediately performed the Fajr prayer despite a little misfortune. After the prayer, Paris stood in front of the dressing table.

" I have a lecture today. But my clothes are wet. What do dong wear? Continue, cook yes I have to go out the room just wear this. What my in-laws say . "the question is monologue. Then he walked out of the room. But accidentally his eyes saw two paper bags. Out of curiosity, Paris looked at the contents of the paper bag.

" Well, attention is also paid to the child. I bought clothes. Hizz... There are********** as well. "say Paris is excited. Then Paris brought the two paper bags into the bathroom and put them on there.

" Dh, it's not wrong that I bought a gini shirt. He didn't see what I was wearing all this time. This is not my style really." said Paris when undressing in the form of a V-collared shirt top which of course if Paris who wears it, the shirt will stick beautifully on the body of Paris. And a subordinate in the form of a knee-length skirt.

Paris put the shirt back in the paper bag. Then he opened the other paper bag. It looks at the size of the breastplate and ****** *****.

" Know him my size. "he said then immediately use **********. After wearing the interior, Paris came out with a paper bag. Outside the room, Agam was up and sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

" Why did you buy this shirt for me? " examine Paris while presenting the paper bag earlier.

Agam raised his head. " The last night the women's clothing store was open. "

" A CK. " Paris is upset.

" It is. In wear. Than you wear my shirt like that. Cook to go to college with that kayak. It even looks more se*si. " said Agam while holding back his laughter.

Paris stomped her legs while walking back to the bathroom and changed her clothes inside.

" Nah, pretty right??? " praise Agam when he sees Paris coming out of the bathroom.

Paris did not respond. He's coming out of the room.

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