Marriage Contract Letter

Who cravings me

"You don't want to? the bath, I'm hungry, the food's not here yet?" ask Laras while drowning.

Ibra looked back. "It has. I'm gonna take a shower first, get in again, get me some water to take a shower."

"His water, what cold warm?" keep Laras still in position.

"It's cold." Ibra dragged Laras into the bathroom.

The barrel prepares the water in the bathtub and does not forget the aroma of the therapy, while Ibra is in the toilet, briefly and then approaches the barrel that sits on the lip of the bathtub.

"Next rub my back, don't forget to have my hair shampooed." Staring at Laras whose hair was a simple bun, and his eyes saw the water coming from the tap.

"Darling ... hear me, right?" ibra asked while touching Laras' hand.

Ibra's voice broke the Laras Daydream. "Ha, i-yes." He looked at her husband who was preparing to enter the bathtub. Barrel takes body whas and shampoo Ibra.

Baras bathed Ibra, like bathing a small child from the start of baboons, nyampho to rub his entire body nothing is missed.

"Have it, cleaned it up?" say Laras and still sitting on the lip of the bathtub as you want to empty the former Ibra bath.

Cup, Ibra's kiss landed on Laras' cheek. Before cleaning her body under the shower.

Baras threw the bathtub water first, then out of the bathroom to prepare Ibra's dressing and also himself who was still wearing a towel robe.

Now Laras is neat with his new clothes, combing his hair and back nudging it, to make it more simple. use fragrant oil, a little powder and thin lipstick, which is important not pale.

Ibra came out with a towel wrapped around her waist, while her hands rubbed wet hair with a small towel. For a moment Laras stared at Ibra and swallowed his saliva, but seconds later Laras looked down at the floor.

Ibra's wide steps, not taking long to approach and take her clothes on the bed, Laras who sat and tied the fingers on her lap, turned to Ibra who was wearing her short t-shirt.

"Darling, please dong?" call Ibra, and Laras approaches.

"What's wrong?" laras asked the netra his eyes moved observing towards Ibra.

"Please, put it on," pointed at his pants.

"Ha .." both eyes Laras staring at the pants that are still on the bed. Then look at Ibra who just put on a t-shirt. Head Laras shook his head slowly.

"Kan, I told you earlier .. I will ask for payment, because I have climbed a tree, at your request." Obviously Ibra with lips carved a smile.

"But .. I don't mean it, anyways I've said it too, no need," bela Laras don't want to be blamed.

"Yes .. don't make it, but sulking, come on ah. Hurry up, you're hungry" said Ibra, raising her eyebrows.

Laras sneered with his lips. But the hand of Laras took and did the command of Ibra. "What do you think I'm not hungry for?"

"Eat him dear .. fast. It's cold, unless you want to warm it up." Connect Ibra.

"Ih ..." Laras shuddered while crouching.

"But like it, right? don't be afraid to like it, but you want to. We're a couple, so don't be shy about it, shy about it, ha ha ha ...."

Laras pretended to frown, but inwardly smiled. Already complete his clothes, combing his hair, spraying perfume oil on his accusers so as to scatter his fragrance. To the extent that Laras closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of Ibra's body that gulped his fragrance.

Seeing Laras close his eyes while sniffing his body odor, Ibra grinned and patted his wife on the cheek. He cupped his hands together in the face of Baras. Laras opened his eyes immediately feeling the touch of Ibra's hand on his face.

Ibra's two eyes stared fixedly at Laras who also returned Ibra's eyes. Closer his face to Laras's. Ibra's bead was fixed on something belonging to Laras, who challenged to touch.

After a few moments, they put together **** both. Until it feels stuffy. Deep down, Laras pushes Ibra's chest.

"Say you want to eat?" said Laras while rubbing the back of his hand to his lips.

Ibra continued to carve her smile. Walk up to the table that is available for lunch. Not forgetting to grab Laras' hand, pull it and sit next to her.

Ibra. "Yes-yes, I'm my mother's bribe, Aa open her mouth."

Laras opened his mouth, to take a bribe from the husband. "Em ... is it good? if it eats from people's hands." said Laras. He immediately recalled, when the last time he ate in the bribe of the father.

Ibra's eyes caught Laras daydreaming, instantly reprimanding. "Don't daydream, think about what the hell hem ... aa eat again." Ibra lyrics, while thrusting a spoon into the mouth of Laras.

Laras turned his head lethargic and welcomed the spoon. They eat to feed each other, until it runs out.

"Don't be sad why? I brought you to this place so that you are happy dear ..not for that sadness," Ibra said as she gently stroked Laras' cheek.

"I, remember (alm) when he fed me one last time." Sound Slowly.

"Well, what do you remember if it makes you sad. I don't want you to be sad ah .. anyhow not good on the development of the baby kit." Ibra stared fixedly.

Laras' breathing was so rough, then sipped his drink. Putting away his food container, which he needed to throw away, in the trash can. Ibra looked back at her laptop screen, this time on the bed.

Looking at the dumb Laras, with a lethargic face, I don't know what else he was thinking. "Darling, here?" patting an empty bed.

Laras turned his head, lazily approaching Ibra, standing in front of Ibra. "What's wrong?"

Ibra looked at the wife who was standing right in front of him. Ibra immediately embraced his waist, giving a little pull to get more determined. "My massage huh? not feeling well." said Ibra while sticking his nose in something in front of his face.

Laras also nodded. "Alright, still make those rewards, right?" sahut Laras and away from Ibra circled the bed, then climbed into the bed next to Ibra.

He knelt behind Ibra's back, and began to massage Ibra's limp shoulders enjoying a massage from Laras' hands.

"Where's it good?" ask Laras while continuing to massage the neck, shoulders. Ibra's back evenly.

"Did you love." Sahut Ibra nodded and closed, his laptop storage. On the table.

Ibra wants to change the position to face down, so that Laras more freely massage it, such as hands and feet.

Laras painstakingly massaged Ibra's entire stocky body. Until Ibra finally stated it. And change his sleeping position to be supine.

"Thank you darling?" ibra's arms embrace Laras' shoulder and pull into his embrace. So that now Laras lay in the arms of the husband.

"Sama-sama," he muttered Laras.

"Really, my heirloom thing, still feels painful dear." Ibra's whisper over Laras' head.

Laras did not respond to anything, he only glanced at the direction Ibra said it was. "What, should I say, waw?"

"Not that, but the kek-drug"

"No idea" said Laras as his hand played on Ibra's right chest.

"On elus cake, on what cake?" ibra is back.

"Ah." Mumbles Barrel.

Not long after, Ibra and Laras yawned many times. Drowsiness also attacked both, was no longer able even just to squint his eyes.

They finally fell asleep hugging each other. This moment Ibra really used as best as she could, she did not want to go through it in vain.

After an hour of sleep, Ibra awoke, finding her in a hug. Ibra's lips turned, then positioned the body Laras to sleep on his back. Pull blanket. In order to cover their bodies, conjure up delayed dreams ....

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