My Choice of Woman

Episode 96's

Please read it after breaking the fast yes, do not imagine things that smell mature 😳 Already updated night may the reader be wise in responding to it.😆

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This evening the inspiration came home very late. He had to go to Numa City for his second shop. He saw Farah sleeping on his desk. Ilham was sure Farah was waiting for him to fall asleep. Finally he carried and put his wife's body on the bed. It looks so sweet that his wife sleeps. Inspiration smiled and enveloped his wife's body. He gave a slight touch to Farah's extremely long hair.

Inspiration rises, he wants to wash himself to be cleaner and fresher. Soon he came out from behind the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his lower body. He picked up a white t-shirt and long pants. Then he threw himself beside his wife.

I saw Farah's sleeping face. Just looking at him made Inspiration feel good. He smiled at the funny thing he was always looking forward to.

“Do you not intend to have children? I know now I'm a little busier, you're the same.” Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head.

“It seems you are too young, your soul still wants to be free to achieve what you want. I understand it, I can wait a little longer.”

Inspiration knows his wife's sleeping habits. If Farah had fallen asleep, she wouldn't have felt anything. Perhaps this is when Inspiration can kiss Farah's lips and forehead. Ilham knew exactly his wife still could not master this kind of technique. Inspiration stroked softly Farah's cheek. He likes this situation. His mind wandered into his orgasm. This is perfectly normal, because Inspiration is a male.

Inspiration slightly unbuttoned the nightgown Farah was wearing. Not all is just the top. He slightly removed Farah's hair covering his neck and chest area. But Farah did not feel it all, she was still calm in her sleep. Suddenly Ilham walked down Farah's neck. He is very guerrilla because he is free to wander in the neck area with his wife's chest. Not to forget Ilham left a trace of his lips on every inch of that area. Very large and red.

Farah remained asleep in her sleep, apparently she was very undisturbed by the activities carried out by her husband. Inspiration still bergerilnya to suckle every curve of his wife's body, even he did not hesitate to give the sign of love. Inspiration smiled, he stopped to do it any further. He knows, it is not cool if done only by one person who is awake. Inspiration wanted this when Farah and herself opened their eyes in a conscious manner.

“Hopefully you are not surprised to see this red mark. Sorry I gave it a lot.” Inspiration laughs little. He put Farah's nightgown back on. Inspiration back sleepy, he hugged his wife's tiny body and slept asleep.

The night filled with the canticles of the moon mother left her stage. It's time for the sun to continue its warm canticles. Farah woke up, she had finished performing the wrong dawn. He felt something strange around his neck. Farah walked towards the mirror, she looked at herself. Farah was surprised to find many scars such as a red rash that is very much in the neck and chest area.

“This must be due to insect allergy! I have to spray insect repellent in this room!”

Farah went to leave the room of Inspiration. He walked to the storage of items needed to eradicate insects in the bottom shelf kitchen. He took an insect repellent spray and sprayed it into the room. Farah hates most insects that can make her skin become a red rash.

Sound arising from the spray tube while removing the liquid. The scent of anti-insect medicine was pouring out in the room, Farah was still spraying under the bed. Now Farah coughed because of inhaling the aroma of anti-insect drugs that are increasingly in the air.

“I hope after this no insects bite my body again!” Farah placed a spray tube of insect repellent in the corner of the room.

Now Farah will wash her body in another bathroom, because the bathroom in this room is being used by her husband. Farah had finished her bath, she deliberately did not wear her hijab because her hair was still wet. Now she had to prepare breakfast for her husband. Farah walked towards the kitchen, seen Bu Tin who was cooking playing a spatula and a frying pan.

“Morning, Bu Tin,” Farah greets her domestic assistant.

Ms. Tin replied with a smile. But at once Bu Tin was aghast at the red marks that adorned almost the entire neck of his master.

“Anu, Miss neck ...”

Farah touched her neck, she knew the red marks were clearly visible in the area. “This is due to insects so this red rash is created, Bu Tin.” Farah cut a sentence from Bu Tin that had not been completed completely.

“This one I brought to the dining table yes, Bu Tin.” Farah took out a plate full of fried chicken already cooked by Bu Tin.

“That sign is not Miss's allergy, but something else,” Bu Tin muttered.

Farah walked to the dining table, where she looked neat with a soft blue shirt. Ilham was a little stunned to see his wife who did not wear the hijab. But that is not what Ilham was worried about, but about the imprint of hers painted on Farah's neck.

“This is his fried chicken, Mas.” Farah smiled. It serves golden fried chicken meat to Ilham.

“Mas, will I come with Mas can I? I want to go to the pharmacy for some ointment. Lookie! My neck and chest are full of red rashes! Looks like there's an insect in our bed, and it makes me allergic.” Farah showed me her neck.

Ilham shook his head, he smiled slightly holding back his laughter. Ilham was sure Farah had no idea under the red rash it was not due to allergies but a deliberate trace. He realized this was the first time Farah had gotten the mark.

“Honey no need to wear ointment, and it is not an allergy. The red sign can disappear by itself,” said Ilham.

Inspiration rose from his seat, he pulled his wife into the room.

“Darling, this red mark is not due to insect bites or anything like that. Yet this is the sign of love I made for you.” Inspiration smiled cunningly.

“Hah?!” Farah was still confused by the explanation given by her husband.

How can this red mark appear suddenly?

Ilham knew that Farah's facial features showed confusion with red marks imprinted irregularly on his neck and chest. Suddenly Ilham had a slightly wild thought as he was a normal man.

“This is how to make such a red sign.” Ilham quickly landed his lips against Farah's neck which was nearing his shoulders. He slightly sucked the skin until the red color. Inspiration did the action like last night, the difference is that Farah is now in a state of consciousness.

Farah felt a slight bite being done by her husband. Now he knew the origin of this red mark, and it was definitely not from an insect bite. Inspiration stopped his action, he felt it was enough to mark his wife's neck. Now Farah was unmoved to feel all this. There is a desire to be conveyed but urung done because he does not know how to vent.

“It's a sign of love, a few more days will disappear by itself. If you want I can add more in other areas.” Inspiration laughs little. His eyes could not be denied if he wanted to prey on the woman in front of him. A little taste of his skin also makes his orgasm peaked.

“We have to have breakfast, Mas.” Farah finally spoke up. He said it was too early to do anything further than this.

Ilham stroked Farah's head. “Starting today you should wear your hijab yes, hide this red mark.” Inspiration to softly kiss his wife's forehead.

Farah just nodded. Now she knew how her husband was so waiting for the opportunity.

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