Marriage Contract Letter

Wants

Hearing the fussy baby boy, Ibra immediately entered the room.it appears the wife is shaking the son who is crying. Baras looked towards the husband.

Then Ibra approached. "Why fussy dear .. hotshot Papi. Yu equals Papi." took the baby boy from the hand of Laras who looked sore hand.

"Cup, cup ... don't fuss baby. the henchman, the good-natured bobo huh? next time play with Papi. Okay!" the boy immediately put a finger into his mouth. Those clear eyes stared at the father's face.

Baras smiled looking at that, his hands were sore. Ibra continues to abort. With his rocking pelang, while reading sholawat. Calming indeed, so the baby boy sleeps back in peace.

"No, baby. Baby boy calm down with me, bobo again." Ibra glanced at his wife, her voice soft. Pointing at the baby boy who started to fall asleep.

Barrel showed his happy smile. "Yes, it will be a bobo." Laras chose to make his bed.

Ibra continued to shake her body slowly. While holding a baby boy, after looking good. He's lying in his place. "Bismillah .. dear bobo, the deep the henchman too."

Ibra's blind eye leads to his wife who is now sitting on the sofa watching television. Ibra's feet stepped closer to him and then lay on the sofa sticking his head on Laras' lap.

Ibra's hand pulled Laras's hand to stretch her hair. "Baby boy I've put to bed. When will you put me to bed?"

Laras turned his head slowly, stroking the husband's hair. "Bobo, just stay close, right?"

"But in nina bobo kan dong." Pinta Ibra.

The finger that was tapering Laras, stroked Ibra's cheek gently. "Did you?"

"Hem, what dear?" Ibra who closed her eyes opened again. Then Ibra woke up, sat up straight next to his wife and held her shoulders tightly.

Now it was precisely Laras who attached his head to the chest of Ibra, who was immediately greeted with elusan on the cheek. "Would you eat?"

"You want, but eat you." Answer Ibra. Placing the chin on the head of Laras. One hand fumbled something soft to make the master close his eyes on his chest.

Barrels pounded amused but but addicted. She again fell silent enjoying the gentle touch of her husband.

Ibra grinned to see the wife look good. Slowly linking her two lips full of love. Ibra's lips slowly moved to sweep every inch of Laras' lips. Then it moves down to the neck and then down again down, up again tracing the neckline of the wife. Activity halted briefly. Ibra looked into Laras' eyes so deeply and began to mist the passion that he could no longer bear.

His hand pulled the Pajama Barrel to the side. Making his hill perfectly exposed in front of Ibra's eyes. Not wanting to waste another chance he immediately devoured something ready before his eyes. I****nya so powerful make out his asi. It went into Ibra's mouth and into her stomach.

His hands touched the ones kept on alternating. Likewise his mouth devoured very gently, making Laras feel like there was an electric shock down there and spread throughout his body. Jemari Laras squeezed Ibra's hair and pulled, immersing the husband's face between the two hills.

Ibra keeps the wife lulled with her little touches that excite it. Laras body occasionally glides favors, immediately Ibra raised Laras body to sleep on the sofa.

Now Ibra was the one who was on the body of Laras, confined and continued to fondle non-stop. It seems like tonight is breaking the fast, because he can no longer hold back.

For a moment, their eyes looked at each other. Ibra's finger removed some hair from the wife's face, then set his eyes on the beauty that was in front of his eyes.

The Barrel hand is perfectly circular on the shoulders of the Ibra. Occasionally a small voice escaped from the lips of Laras, making Ibra more eager to continue his activities. His desire is growing.

"I really want you, baby." Ibra whispered something.

Ibra whispers the wind of heaven that makes his soul soar high, Laras washed away with touch and whispers of love from the husband. He closed his eyes in the cradle of love.

"I love you. I want you tonight." Ibra whispered again, then again landed small but powerful attacks in both.

Ibra smiled broadly at his wife's words, Now he began to prepare for a real battle, after a month of fasting and refraining from doing so.

When they are in the middle of the road and enjoy the beauty that exists, there is a sound of the door being knocked from the outside.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

"Darling .. Why not have dinner?" the voice of Rahma's mother squealing from behind the door.

Ibra and Laras were very surprised. A moment to stop the ritual, but not the least there is the intention of Ibra to release it. Laras was willing to wake up and ask for it off, afraid that the mother-in-law entered. Where on the couch again. Far from the blanket.

"My door is key." Ibra whispered while putting her lips on Laras' lips. So that Laras does not answer the call of the mother.

"Honey .. have you slept?" ask Rahma again.

But not a word that came out of the mouth of the two who felt responsible, the sound of steps mom Rahma sounded more and more distant. After not being heard from again, the two were relieved and Ibra continued the recently delayed ritual. Ibra was getting excited to do it again.

"Slow ...."

Ibra did not immediately heed the wife's words. But it's getting erotic to do it. Again the sound of moaning escaped the lips of the wife. The sweat of both of them had already flooded all over their bodies. Until finally. Their bodies stiffened and trembled violently the sign had already gotten its peak.

"Nurp ..." Ibra immediately released the banana that had begun to shrink. Lying himself near his wife, his face was blissfully happy. He hugged his body very tightly.

"Shame," murmured Laras.

"Then why?" reply Ibra wonder.

"There's no blanket." Laras' hand covered the downed Ibra banana with a sofa cushion.

Ibra chuckled, looking at his wife who was sticking a sofa pillow over something of his own. Moments later Ibra got up and went down, without warning. He carried the body of the wife lightly, brought to bed.

Lay it down slowly.After by himself. Lying beside Laras, approached and closed his body to Laras's body. Then embrace each other. "Bobo baby, it's night. Baby boy wakes up." Ibra's voice sounded soft. Do not forget to pull the blanket to cover both their bodies.

"When you wake up, you take care of him. Brother is now more shrewd." Mumbles Laras who was in Ibra's chest.

"Yes-yes, now bobo only first baby ... I'm tired of fighting just now, baby." Ibra Timpal. "It hurts?"

"Hem, it hurts .. but it can still be overcome," said Laras with closed eyes.

"Because, I'm so happy." Ibra further tightened her loving embrace.

It didn't take long, neither did they. Closing his eyes, entering his own dreamland ....

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