Marriage Contract Letter

Snake in towel

So close the breath was sweeping each other's skin. So that feels strange swishings on their bodies, the longer the closer the lips of both. Almost touching it, they were amazed by the voice of Ibra's phone.

By forced! Ibra releases Laras, standing up to pick up the phone that was on the table.

"Thank you!" batin Laras while stroking his chest up and down, breathing unfazed like running out of a marathon.

"Dear, what's wrong? I just finished taking a shower" Ibra said on the phone.

"She .. happened to be in my room, having prepared all my needs! why?"

"Who the hell, sister Dian kali? why do you say my name?" Laras.

"Oh. Aye! met night baby? take good care of yourself there. I Love you." Ibra hung up, and approached Laras again.

Laras pretended not to see Ibra coming back to him. He combed the slightly disheveled hair with his fingers.

"You slept with me tonight" said Ibra, sitting back down.

"Haa .. Didn't you just say you want to sleep alone? after all, isn't tonight the Lord's other wife's turn?" laras glanced at Ibra.

"I want to be with anyone. Dian wants you to get pregnant soon!" firmly Ibra looked at Laras face.

Laras was stunned for a while, then turned his head back while saying. "Yes, that's your right! but Master's wife is not made of doll juice that has no feeling! they have rights too."

Ibra put on her smile. "But the more entitled husband, makes the choice," in an expressionless flat tone.

"Ish ish ish .. This one will win alone."

"Where can we start now?" grinning naughty.

"What, you-what did you start, sir?" little surprised. Laras threw his eyes at just any place.

"That's what will make you pregnant" Ibra said boldly.

"Sorry Master I haven't prayed, so I have to go back to my room." Laras rushed to move, stepped across Ibra, of course Ibra's hand easily caught Laras' hand so interested and fell on Ibra's lap.

Quickly! the other hand was embracing the slender waist of Laras, they were looking at each other. The netra of their eyes met were diving into each other.

Strange feelings and a racing heart quickly adorned the two. Ibra's finger again raised the chin Laras, so that he could easily touch the chewy object of Laras's seductive ration. Ibra quickly landed her warm kiss on Laras' lips, which she could not avoid.

While enjoying the scene, the netra of Laras' eyes dropped down! around sixpack Ibra belly. And suddenly! something came out from behind a towel wrapped around Ibra's waist.

The barrel gasped, jumping and screaming. "U-snake .. snake in towel." Then turn around and close his mouth.

Ibra who realized hers woke up immediately covered her and tightened her towel. "You see that, it's like seeing a ghost! like I haven't felt it yet. Strange," grumbled Ibra.

Laras was still standing on Ibra's back. The feeling of shock was still felt, when he saw howling and moving. Like a snake, making him shudder. "Huu .. take a deep breath.

Ibra snorted in annoyance, approached her bed and dropped her body on her stomach. He was very disappointed there was a disturbance if he wanted to spice up his young wife, different from others who were more aggressive. But at least she had her soft lips. Ibra grinned while closed.

Laras turned to Ibra who laid himself on the luxurious bed. "Sir .. I went back to my room? don't forget to wear your clothes! it will catch the wind," said Laras.

"Hem" said Ibra.

The barrel turned toward the door. Until the door turned towards Ibra who was still in the same position. Eventually Laras left Ibra's private room.

Now Laras was in his room, standing in front of the mirror looking at his lips from the right and left. Touching his lips with a glance painted a smile. The barrel mesem-mesem himself, but suddenly the smile faded from his face.

After the departure of Laras. Ibra got up and looked at the clothes Laras prepared. With my heart still upset, disappointed! can't channel his desire. Ibra took and put on the clothes.

Standing by the window, a dark look came out of it with the light of shining lights, staring at the pitch-black sky! there are no stars.

"I'll paint your name in the sky!" muttered Ibra while pulling her lips smiling. "Gradjay!" mumbling again.

"Haa ... Why Larasati anyway?" scratching his non-itchy nape.

Long ... stood and pensive there until finally he was bored himself. Closing the curtains, his steps approached the bed.

Sit for a while on the edge of the bed, then stand the way back and forth. Ibra finally decided to go to Laras' room. Ibra nodded her head, not knowing what was on her mind.

Ibra's wide steps approach the elevator, pressing the ascending button. Ibra entered and not long the elevator stopped, because it had reached the floor in question. Ibra approached the door of the room Laras.His handle he held while in thrust, coincidentally not in the lock as well.

"Had to like not in the key! though it was night," murmured Ibra as she glanced at the watch in her hand, which already showed her needle to the number 23.30 Ibra entered and then locked the door.

The room atmosphere was dark. The barrel seems to have fallen asleep while hugging the bolster. "Basic .. hugging husband does not want! roll it even in the hug," slowly flick the blanket and enter.

Ibra lay facing Laras who slept so soundly, quietly without any burden. Ibra smiled.Slowly Ibra pulled her moved bolster, keeping Laras' hand on Ibra's waist that shifted her body closer to Laras's body.

Before bed. Ibra stared at Laras' face until he was satisfied and drowsiness came attacking, he yawned several times. Hugging his wife Ibra closed her eyes, began to enter the subconscious, yes it was a dreamland.

Early morning. Laras had woken up to open the curtains of his room, he was no longer surprised if suddenly found Ibra sleeping with him. As of now Ibra is still sleeping! it happens to be a holiday so Laras let it go.

Beres sweeping, clean-up room. The barrel to the park wants to exercise there.

Arriving there Laras ran around a little, the gardener smiled and nodded respectfully at Laras. Baras also returned his sweet smile.

The gardener named Hendar, his age is not far from Ibra means still young.

"Was he watering flowers?" asked Laras while walking in place with a breath that was frenzied.

"Not Madam! I'm a goat again," said Hendar immediately, laughing.

Baras smiled hearing that. "Si Akang could have."

"Well, I'm watering the flowers, if I wash the car in place."

"Yes, yes Kang continue," Laras continued as he approached the chair and sat there, his hands dabbing sweat on his neck and temples.

Hendar secretly watched Laras. "Great luck to the boss, got some beautiful and bohemian wives! the pokonya is delicious in the eyes," he murmured inwardly.

"Kang, in the garden what harvest season?" Laras glanced at Hendar.

"Em .. There are some ma'am, mustard, cabbage, and more, so if vegetables rarely shop out quite meticulously from the garden."

"Oh .. That's it, next time I want to go there ah, want my own metic," continued Laras.

From afar there was someone watching Laras. He even pointed his phone camera at Laras who was talking to Hendar ....

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