My Choice of Woman

Episode 103's

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The City of Milepolis ....

Rain wraps up the night that shahdu plays like a symphony for the townspeople. The falling water lamented in the embrace of the cold that made it moist. A car is splitting the rain. Now the four-wheeled vehicle is stopping in front of the fence with the engine still roaring. A hijab-wearing woman opened the fence and entered the car into the garage.

Inspiration out of his car, he hurriedly entered the house so as not to be hit by rain water. Farah who had run a little to get a dry towel, now she gave it to her husband to dry the wet hair.

“Tumben, usually Tin bu opening the turnstile.” Inspiration was astonished, for Farah opened the gate.

“Tadi afternoons Bu Tin permission, Mas. She wants to visit her young pregnant daughter. Because I feel sorry yes .. I allow.” Farah took the towel that her husband had finished using.

Oh so Mrs Tin's not home. Is it just me and Farah? Hmmm .. This could be the right time.

“What is hungry mas?” ask again.

Farah's question blew away the reverie of Inspiration, she shook her head. He had eaten in the store. Now he walks to the bathroom and takes a shower. Meanwhile, Farah heads to the kitchen to make two glasses of warm tea for Ilham and herself. He was stirring the tea, and suddenly Ilham grabbed him from behind. It made Farah shocked and the hanging was getting louder.

Inspiration pursed his lips closer to Farah's ears which were still covered in hijab. He whispered something.“Take a shower and don't forget to wear the perfume I once bought for you. After that come to my room, honey.”

Farah felt a faint breath of inspiration hunting down. This makes him creep. He knows very well where this activity is going.

Does Mas Ilham want it now?

Ilham flipped his wife's body, pressing Farah's chin until she looked up. “Do not forget, wear a piece of cloth.” After saying that, Ilham went to his room and prepared for this game.

Farah was still trying to strengthen her heart. Actually, he was afraid, because this was new to him. Indeed, since marriage until now they are still a period in a relationship that has not been fully fused. Farah, however, must also fulfill this obligation. Delayed inner breath. Finally Farah went to the bathroom to wash herself, and she did as Ileham had requested.

Inspiration has cleared itself, now he is waiting for his Jelita in bed. Not to forget he lit a very soothing scented candle that went all over the room. Inspiration is now just sitting with the shirt left open so that the curves of his masculine body are visible.

“Sorry Honey, I can't wait too long for this matter. Didn't we put this thing down long enough?” Inspiration to mutter itself.

Farah had finished washing her body. Now he wears a fragrant fragrance so fragrant that it is smelled by his own nose. Only this time he wore a perfume whose aroma could arouse the desire of the manhood of the adam.

Farah came out of the room she had previously occupied. Now he just wrapped his body with a blanket cloth that is not so thick. She walked to her husband's room. His heart was beating faster than usual. With a very fearful step, he continued to advance until he entered the room of Inspiration.

Inspiration saw his new wife enter with a timid face. He saw Farah's body covered only by a cloth with hair tied up. Then he got up to close the door, and approached his wife who looked clumsy.

Farah smelled the soothing aromatherapy of a burning candle. Perfectly romantic, her husband made this room with a slightly dim color and candles arranged in such a beautiful way.

Ilham clasped Farah's shoulders to get closer to the game place, which is a very comfortable and soft bed. According to him, Farah is very beautiful even her body is very tempting to taste it. Ilham exhaled at the nape of his wife, then he untied Farah's hair. Now she has her beautiful hair.

Farah's breath was hunting, she was nervous as hell with an almost open appearance. The touch of her husband that makes the blood rush penetrated into the smaller cavities. The burden of his mind is only one, he is afraid if he cannot satisfy according to the wishes of Inspiration.

Tonight the atmosphere was very supportive. The rain is still heavy, like a passionate desire in the souls of two human children who want to unite as they should. The room seems more suitable for classic games that are full of rhythm.

Without speaking, but saying each other in each other's hearts. The room was silent, but Ilham and Farah could hear the echo of their inner voice. Like magic that had spread in turmoil, their two lips were very gracefully swinging in rhythm. Approaching and clinging to each other. Their hearts are not in rhythm is this an overflow of emotions?

Two human children clinging to a sacred bond are now living the bliss of making love. It's about feeling, pounding, touching and a fused body. Ripples of rain penetrated, playing in the roar of breath hunting due to the clinging lips that were comfortable were getting crazier.

For tonight, Inspiration takes power. It makes tenderness as well as pain that culminates in the word favors. Now they're shutting down and drowning drifting in the control of desire. Their bodies swayed in love to be plucked and released something precious to Farah.

Red and flowing, their bodies still dance in control though the owner screams at the moment in melting the universe. Everything felt very real and the sweat of Ilham fell on Farah's forehead.

The night still looks sad with the rain that is still rushing echoes his distinctive voice. A very romantic universe in this melting pot, summing up the very halal and sacred conditions. A very boisterous celebration of ownership is meaningful and juicy.

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Inspiration awakens because its natural clock works. He saw his wife who was still asleep due to fatigue in the game. He saw the body of his wife who got a lot of red kiss. Smiling to celebrate the game.

“I forgot, how many times have we done it last night , dear.” Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head.

Ilham learned that this red spot belonged to his wife whom he seized last night. Very impressive moment. Now he got up and went to the bathroom to sanctify from the great hadas, and performed the morning prayer.

Farah was so exhausted by the game last night, her small body crumbled that she could not get up. His body was covered in a thick blanket. There are parts that still feel pain because it was beaten all out by Inspiration. What can be done, it also feels the level of pleasure.

Inspiration that has finished praying, feeling compassion for the condition of his wife. He prepares warm water in the bathtub. He was very sure that Farah was still exhausted. Then he lifted Farah's body to be bathed.

“I can shower myself Mas,” said Farah.he was a little rebellious when Ilham carried Farah to the bathroom.

“I want to bathe you, my Jelita. You look so exhausted from the energy for last night's spirit drained away.” Inspiration put Farah's tiny body very carefully like keeping a very expensive ceramic into a bathtub.

Farah felt warm water that could relax her body that was in pain. He felt very comfortable and calm. Inspiration rubbed his wife's back. It also gives a gentle massage to relax his strained back muscles.

“Mas why you marked me with so many marks!” Farah only realized when she saw almost her entire body filled with red signs of love.

“I feel anxious for you, Darling.” Inspiration laughs. He rubbed both cheeks of Farah until the soap foam stuck there.

“Darling, continue your bath. I want to make breakfast.” Inspiration and get out of the bathroom left Farah who looks still want to linger to feel the warm water.

Inspiration is preparing the cooking ingredients. This time he'll cook chicken. He knew very well, this was one of his wife's favorite menus and now he started cooking the food.

Farah was sanctified from the great hadas. Now he was making the bed, but soon he found a trace of redness clearly printed on the bed sheet. He looked at her with a pus.

“Is this my blood? Don't-don't later ...” Farah brushed off that instant thought. Without waiting to reflect on things that are not necessarily clarity, he tidied up the sheets and blankets and replaced them with cleaner ones.

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