Marriage Contract Letter

Become opium

"Alhamdulilah .. not hot!"

Ibra wriggled and tightened her embrace which is now not the waist of Laras that she hugged, but.

"Master, uh Brother?" call Laras looking at Ibra who is still closed.

Hearing the sound of Laras who was so soft in his ears, made Ibra slightly open her eyes. Look up. "Wake up, baby?" ibra's voice was heavy, then rubbed his eyes and sat his body down to lean.

"When do you call me baby?" batin Laras while looking at the window.

"Why do you sleep here! didn't you go to the office this morning?" tanya Laras looked in wonder.

"Wouldn't I, if I were here? this is my wife's room, dong free when I sleep here too" Ibra's eyes stared at Laras' chest that opened her pajama buttons, her bra was a mess, the former he was playing around there, many times he swallowed his saliva stuck in the throat.

The baras eye bead followed the direction where Ibra's eye was headed? He only realized that the buttons of his clothes were open even his bra irregular. The reflex barrel covers it with both hands. "W-what did you do to me? when I sleep, why do I love to steal. When I was unconscious anyway," he said in a raucous voice.

Ibra even raised a smile to hear Laras' speech. "Don't tease!" sahut Ibra

"Menggo .. da! tease what is it? sleeping people you say tease! not wrong." Laras raised his hoarse voice.

"I mean, so don't be indifferent to your husband. Hand held unwilling, touch unwilling. Moreover, the husband wants to leave, it is more curious," explained Ibra.

Laras looked at the shade of Ibra who threw away his face. He just remembered later in the afternoon his husband will go for one week abroad with his wife, Dian.

While Laras was dumb and careless, without giving a warning. Ibra kisses Laras' lips roughly, Laras gasps at the treatment, he hits Ibra's unmoved chest. The originally rough touch turned soft and full of warmth.

The barrel can't be anything anymore. His head was locked by Ibra's strong hand, only able to resign and receive ******** from Ibra's lips. Especially when his current hand is Ibra*****b**b*dot baras chest, without knowing he issued a sound ********* from his lips. Making Ibra more like and passionate to hear it, further encouraging his desire for more than just that.

The touch gets hotter, Ibra's hands are more free to touch whatever she likes, small voices escape their lips, while Ibra releases and slightly moves away. The look of those passionate misty eyes grew thicker.

The eyelids closed, as Ibra slowly pushed back and laid them down. Ibra rushed to open his shirt, feeling impatient to shoot immediately, for Ibra not easy to make Laras resigned, most must be given a little coercion first. He just wants to.

Laras indeed this time resigned to what Ibra did. In his mind nurut same husband is better, especially now Laras has a purpose to melt the heart Ibra make him fall in love. So that she as a wife is more recognized! not just status but also love.

From now on, Laras should be level with Dian's position in Ibra's heart. Do not just the wife that Dian considers a contract wife that is only to lend a uterus. Laras was determined that his life should be normal like a married woman in general.

Under a thick blanket. Ibra increasingly locked the body of Laras who looked at meu, as if saying I was ready!

Ibra doesn't care even though her phone keeps ringing. Baras turned his head towards Ibra's cell phone on the table, thinking most Dian called. "Sorry, your husband is making love to me, and it's all your fault that has brought me to your household palace Dian." Inner Laras, then back to staring resignedly. In the direction of Ibra who continued to smile.

Ibra's lips smiled happily, looking at the resigned Laras. Even both hands embrace the shoulders of Ibra, only half way Ibra's heart was satisfied and flowery. Especially when you get to the top! ibra's satisfaction will be unmatched by any other.

As if he did not want to waste any more time, the position of Ibra who was ready to get closer and unite his own with the property of Laras who was ready earlier. Makes Ibra's smile grow. His heart and mind flew into the realm of nirvana.

An hour later, they wrestled on the bed. The barrel was very tired, unable to move. Even if only to sit back, make him lie weak under the blanket.

Likewise with Ibra who felt very satisfied, his smile grew even more. Many times he landed his kiss on the wife's forehead while whispering. "Thank you dear!" clenched very tightly.

Glancing at the clock that has shown at 13.15 wib. "Mandi with yu?" staring at Laras who responded by shaking his head.

"Why?" ibra's voice is very soft.

"But .. haven't eaten baby, you have to eat a lot so you and our child are healthy." Again a warm kiss Ibra landed on the cheek and also forehead.

All the speech and treatment from Ibra made Laras warm up. Happy to feel appreciated, and want to feel like this. Not selfish and snatch people's husbands, but Laras wants to demand his rights as a wife.

"Well if I'm abroad, okay at home, don't be naughty?"

"Sir, you mean?" looking up, looking at Ibra not understanding.

"Yes, don't be naughty. Any time when I'm not there you go with your boyfriend, if that happens I kill him!" ibra said.

The faint smile. "Isn't he himself a mischievous, wife of up to four?" Laras pursed his lips.

Ibra's hand pinches the squeeze of the Barrel cheek. "I threw one, the other. And you should know! my wife wants that much my wife wants. Dian."

"So ... I will also throw you? Like your other wives," looked up curiously.

Before giving an answer. Ibra stared fixedly at the sincere face of Laras. "I know who you are" raised Laras' chin and cup, the kiss landed again. This time to the lips Laras and ****** his natural pink, almost Laras out of breath. After he was satisfied, he got out.

Both breaths are hunting, panting like running a marathon. Again Ibra's lips grinned satisfied, very satisfied with what he got today.

While Laras looked down, he was embarrassed. During the new marriage this time he enjoyed it, although sometimes there is a feeling that haunts his soul, yes it. Laras glanced at the clock that showed at 13.40 wib he soared to pull the blanket to look for his clothes behind himself.

Quickly put on those clothes and rushed into the bathroom. "Not yet salat dzuhur," he muttered half-run.

Ibra smiled to see him. Until a second later down put on her clothes and walked towards the bathroom door and banged her. "Open baby, I'm gonna take a shower."

"No, I'm going first. You will, " cried Laras from the inside.

"Dear baby, open up! we take a shower together, I'm hungry and I haven't eaten yet" Ibra continued banging on the door, but was not responded by Laras. There is only the sound of water from the shower, which may be in use.

Ibra stood up, leaning back against the door. Eventually the door opened and Baras appeared wearing a towel covering his head. Stare at the bare-chested Ibra.

Barrel immediately came out, hurried to take a clean towel from the closet, for Ibra to wear. Ibra who was still standing looking at Laras gave a towel, and Ibra immediately welcomed the towel, his eyes did not want to be separated from the barrel that looked fresh. His desire arises again, but his common sense still works well, so that the body then turns into the bathroom to clean.

After the salat, the Barrels dress up. as beautifully as possible. Prepare Ibra's clothes that are there, then pick up dirty clothes in the box.

The barrel turned to Ibra's phone which kept ringing, wanting to pick up and wanting to know who was the phone? but he just stared, not daring to touch her. Suddenly there was a hand that gently hugged Laras stomach and peeked at the back neck. His breath swept across the skin of his shoulders.

"I'm gonna miss you, I don't feel like I can last a week there." Ibra breathed in lethargicly. And turned Laras' body to face him.

Laras also turned his body to face Ibra, bead eyes Laras staring at ibra who looked at him fixed.

For Ibra, Laras really became an opium for her. Something that makes him addicted, becomes poison so that he always returns and returns. Ibra warmly clenched the body of Laras. "Say, you will miss me" whispered Ibra ....

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This time I present a retelling chapter between Ibra and Laras. There is even a sultry scene, if you like to say like, otherwise? say no! in the comments column. Later I check which one is more, who likes it or who does not like it, if many do not like it! I will delete and revise this chapter 🙏