Marriage Contract Letter

Can't be jealous

"Miss! please doong?" exclaiming Ibra looked at Laras.

Slowly. Laras turned his head expressionlessly, yet made no sound whatsoever. "Iih ... What else? just disturb people. Already the position of wuenak nih," inner grumbling Laras.

"Prepare my nightgown!" ibra said again, standing still.

With malasability. Baras got up and opened his blanket, went down and took Ibra's nightgown that was there.

He kept it beside Ibra who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Netra Ibra's eyes continued to move to see Laras who remained silent, he climbed up and put on the blanket back then lay his body as before.

Ibra took a change of clothes, did not hesitate to change there as well. Deliberately throwing his used clothes into any place. Surely it looks like the wife is crashing again.

Hearing the sound of clothes throwing. Barrel opened his eyes and glanced at the sound, then closed his eyes again. "Ah, fool very," Inwardly Baras.

Ibra goes up and into the blanket! his hands hugged tightly. Laras sank up.

Laras looked at Ibra with a question mark, but his lips remained locked. Ibra sat down. More and more anxious to see Laras who really mute.

Ibra's lips quickly touched Laras's lips, forcefully opening them with her tongue. The gasp barrel received the attack and immediately revolted. But Ibra's hands locked her nape and chin.

"Em .. lep-"

Baras could only widen his eyes and hold Ibra's hand, until Ibra was content to play with his lips. Until his second breath snorted.

"Deliver! what the fuck. Mister?" said Laras while wiping his moist aunt Ibra's saliva who smiled with satisfaction.

"I guess! you were suddenly mute from earlier silent on," explained Ibra while wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"That's .. 'cause you're the one who made me angry." she admitted Laras.

"Yes, yes .. I'm sorry?" muttered Ibra, looking back at Laras full of passion.

Ibra reunited her lips with Laras's lips which this time there was no more rejection. Ibra increasingly dare to insert his hands into the breastplate shirt. Play there with fun.

Baras' heart was racing even as if it wanted to jump from its place. It feels if you can shrink like a snail to avoid the touch of her husband. If only I could! just want to faint so as not to feel how his heart continues to pound, so as not to feel embarrassed when the two of them are innocent.

Ibra's breathing grew more and more, her lips continued to me***** Laras lips soft and full of warmth. His hands are still at home touching both fruits belonging to Laras. The longer their breath hunts, which eventually demands more. The fog that filled their eyes grew thick. I don't know when the two took off the cloth that wrapped their bodies.

Ibra bowed over the body of Laras, who had resigned in the confinement of a Malik ibrahim. Ibra was increasingly aggressively releasing attack after attack! so that the woman under him feels really ready to receive the seeds that he will plant.

It ends at the point where the union begins. Both of them really enjoyed the game they made, it was exciting. So delicious! until Ibra repeatedly spilled his seed in the womb of Laras.

The barrel bit his lower lip.when Ibra sucked strongly on his d** and further gave rise to a strange gelenyar taste in his body.

"I want to pee. Master!" lirih Laras looking up.

"Just get it out there, baby!" ibra said without stopping to launch his game that is getting wild.

"I'm getting less powerful" Laras groans as he hugs Ibra's body.

Hearing that Ibra stopped for a moment! gently stroking the cheeks Laras gives calmness. "It's not the first time, baby, why are you so hard for me to get hem?" a warm kiss landed on Laras' forehead. After he seems calm! Ibra continued the game until its peak. Until he was really tired.

Dropped his body next to his wife with disordered breathing.

The barrel pulled the blanket to cover the bodies of the two. Ibra was so exhausted that not long after he fell asleep, another with Baras he was still awake. Until late at night his eyes are still open, but long before 00.30 drowsiness also attacked. The barrel yawned and closed its eyes.

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The days of Laras activities are taking care of all the needs of Ibra. Accompany an office meeting, or a meeting! that's even if Dian is busy and can't accompany Ibra. Dian is a cute figure but at Laras now his attitude is better.

Laras looked at Dian. "Not yet."

"You subdue! didn't you see a doctor last month?"

"Yes. No problem" said Laras.

"When did you come to the moon?" tanya Dian repeated her question.

"Em .. one month ago! if not wrong!" timpal Laras again.

"So this month you haven't come another month?"

Laras. He crouched down to kiss the flowers that were nearby.

"Hopefully .. You don't come in months anymore, and that means you're pregnant." Dian stared at Laras expectantly and wishfully.

"Eeh, honey here?" dian's hand waved at Ibra who had just come up with still wearing formal attire.

"What's wrong?" staring at Dian and Karas alternately.

"Honey. I'm happy! this month Laras hasn't come by the moon, I really hope that he craves this month too." Dian hugged Ibra very tightly. Sumringah's face.

Ibra returned Dian's embrace very affectionately and kissed her head. "So she's pregnant now?" curious.

"Not knowing, baby! this is my estimate, he has not come by the moon," continued Dian looked up at the handsome face of her husband.

"Ooh! haven't. I guess I'm-"

"Not baby!" sahut Dian, his hands were coiled around Ibra's neck, and Ibra's hands were coiled around Dian's slender waist. They look at each other.

Laras who saw the scene, looked down deeply! his heart felt tight, sick. I was upset and I don't know what else he was feeling right now.

The barrel focuses the view on the flowers that look beautiful. Add more highlighted lights, adding to its beauty.

Laras doesn't want to see them making out. Barrel turned his back, turned his back on Dian and Ibra. "Why yes! how does my heart hurt? Dian's his wife, he's entitled to lord Ibra. Why am I upset! am I jealous? I cannot fall in love with my husband! hugh ..." Barrel wastes his breath rough.

Ibra who was fondling Dian, her eyes looked towards Laras who was standing on his back. "Sorry! when your heart is hurt. I know now you're starting to love me," inner Ibra.

Barrel swings his steps, goes to the room. There was a voice of Dian asking her husband to sleep with her tonight. The barrel accelerated his pace.

Stay in the room, dropping her body on the couch. "Why should I feel upset? I can't be jealous of Dian, she's more entitled to Ibra." Baras swore to himself.

Took the magazine and read it, but his heart felt riled up what he saw just now continued to overshadow his mind. Magazine he keeps at the table. Standing across his hands and biting his nails, the road pacing back and forth like an iron.

"What's the matter, now he?" ask Laras in heart. "Ow ... The barrel! why the hell think of him? he's obviously having fun! why try," he murmured again.

He lay down and covered her with a blanket. "Sleep. Laras ... don't think of anything! your job is to print the child!"

Early in the morning as usual after cleaning his own room. Laras went to Ibra's private room to fix up there. Of course also prepare Ibra office clothes.

The room is empty! it seemed like Ibra was still in Dian's room, suddenly Laras felt something that he felt was strange ....

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