Marriage Contract Letter

It's too late

Baras raised his head in astonishment. Why did ibra say that? just want to sleep! want to do anything is also up to, the same person his wife really.

"Haa .. yes, yes whatever Tu-lord wants! that's, right your right, why tell me everything? not bad." Laras lowered his head.

Ibra's index finger raised Laras's chin so that Laras' face looked perfectly up to Ibra's face. "You're jealous, huh? I said it like that."

"ah! n-no. Sir, why am I jealous? she's the master's wife too. I-I have no right to be jealous" said Laras.

Ibra looked at the face of Laras who was still looking perfectly at him. "But you're my wife! it's natural that you're jealous too, meaning you love me. Oya, I want you to conceive my child, so I don't want to plant a seed in another womb!" ibra said while landing a soft kiss on Laras' cheek, making Laras close his eyes. Ibra curled her lips, staring fixedly.

Saw Laras close his eyes when he touched. Ibra landed another soft kiss! this time on his thin lips Laras, Sumpat he rounded his eyes perfectly, startled. Back to back. But Ibra held her head so that it was difficult to move.

Laras further rounded his eyes as Ibra played the tongue in his oral cavity. Barrel squeezing Ibra's shirt, he feels stuffy! crowded, hard to breathe. Laras' hand hit Ibra's chest slowly, hoping Ibra lets go. But not off! ibra's body instead pushed Laras' body to the sofa, making Laras' body increasingly locked there.

Breathing heavily, Ibra momentarily let go of ci! take a breath that is hunting.

"Tu-sir, I'm stuffy," the sound of Barrel disjointed.

Ibra just stares passionately, then continues her game back. The feeling that rippled throughout the body seemed to demand more, Baras' hand stuck to the chest of the Ibra field. Now his position is a little lying down.

Ibra bent her body. Grab Baras' body! he went to bed and was laid under his body. Ibra's eyes were increasingly filled with fog. More excited to hear ****** small* loose from the lips Laras, lowering his kiss to the neck and front of the body Laras.

"Lord! mom-isn't she going to Yulia's?" the sound of the barrel falters with breathless breathing.

"But you don't want to, do you? I'm with him hem ... You want me to be with you, don't you love?" ibra whispers are full of gentleness.

the voice was so smooth that it sounded in the ears of Barrel! made his mind float so high. Because of a dear word that he just heard.

Ibra increasingly pulled the corner of her lips smiling meaningfully. The desire is demanding more! he encouraged her to do it. Laras did not dare to look at what he was facing now, he turned his face to the wall. Ibra is grinning.

With no more hesitation. Ibra unites hers which was tense earlier. With Laras's property that makes him always feel addicted! so it is less interesting to do it with others, except with Baras or Dian.

Ibra repeatedly spouted her seeds into the womb of Laras. Now their bodies are shaking! maybe because it has its peak. Ibra's body was exhausted. Dropped himself on the side of the Barrel while hugging the body and stroking the hair-friendly Barrel.

In one of the rooms still in the mansion. Yulia was restless, her heart was riled up waiting for Ibra who had not yet come! she was already impatient to express her intention of wanting to get pregnant from Ibra.

"I'm a real oon? why I was not pregnant before. So that I'm more at dear. It was noticed by Ibra as well as his family, and one by one his wife would be kicked out of this house." Yulia smiled to herself.

"Basic .. I'm really stupid." Yulia cursed herself. Hit her own head.

"If I were pregnant? I'll get whatever I want! stupid, stupid me! why is that stupid ...."

Yulia continued to curse herself. Glancing at the clock has shown at 22:00 but Ibra has not yet arrived in his room.

Being impatient, Yulia immediately went down and put her feet on the floor. Want to open the door, with the purpose of Ibra's room. Crews! the sound of the door opening. Just step two. Ibra had already appeared before Yulia, with a face like she had just woken up.

Ibra came after being satisfied to play with Laras in his private room. He left Laras sound asleep there.

The face of Yulia sumringah. Happy to see Ibra also coming to his room, which he was waiting for.

Ibra took off Yulia's embrace! then walk into the room. Yulia's hands were embracing her waist.

Once you are in the room! Ibra sat on the edge of the bed. Yulia sat on Ibra's lap, and held her hand on her husband's shoulder. "Why did it come, baby? I've been waiting for that."

"I overslept" said Ibra in a hoarse voice.

"Hem ..." murmured Yulia while glancing at the clock on the wall, her finger stroking Ibra's chest that field. Ibra closed her eyes, feeling the touch of Yulia's hand.

Yulia bit her lip! then whispered in Ibra's ear. "From now on yuk?" volunteered.

Ibra looked only at Yulia, who was slowly presenting the incredible sight.

"I'm no longer in the mood," shifted his seat.

Yulia was a little disappointed! which he is presenting. Ibra just refused. "Dear, comeon? we've been around a long time"

"And I told you. I'm not in the mood anymore." Ibra cuts off the word Yulia.

"But baby?" approaching Ibra and all that is attached to the body has been put off. Get into bed, kneel right in front of Ibra. Unbutton Ibra pajamas one by one.

Ibra's eyes did not blink, seeing what was before her eyes. But his consciousness still functioned well, he kept Yulia's heart away from his body. Pulling the blanket over Yulia's innocent body.

Yulia was astonished. Ibra's getting here the more she doesn't want to touch him, the more goiter, the more upset she is. Anger raged into one within him.

"You said you had something to say, what was it?" ibra asked while leaning her back on the shoulder of the bed.

Yulia was silent for a moment, her eyes staring intently at Ibra. In her heart still cowering with the rejection of her husband, she clamped the blanket under her armpits.

"What do you want to say? speak out! i'm tired. Going to sleep" asked Ibra again, lowering her head to the pillow.

Yulia glanced at Ibra with a still irritated look. But open his voice. "I want to get pregnant."

Ibra was surprised and immediately woke up again, sitting upright looking at Yulia under the dim light. "What's? I didn't hear wrong!" scraping his ears.

"I want to get pregnant," Yulia's voice was rather high.

While taking a rough breath Ibra said. "Before! before you got married, you said you were willing to have a child with me. Hence Dian married me to you, but .. after marriage you changed, on the grounds that you are still in college and not ready to get pregnant. Now, you're changing again? you know, what was the point of me marrying some of those women for? for me to have a child soon! clear?" ibra said giving a series of explanations.

"Yes baby! now I'm gonna get pregnant." Julia held Ibra's hand. Put his face on Ibra's shoulder.

Ibra daydreamed and did not answer. "Don't hope! because it's too late." - Inner Ibra.

"I'm sorry, baby? now I realize! if I was wrong all this time. From now on I promise, I'll be a good wife. I will conceive and bear your child, be a good mother to our children!" looking up at Ibra, hoping Ibra will touch her lips. But what happened ....

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