My Possessive Rich Man

Unambiguously

Not waiting for Raden's approval to direct his lips, mengagut soft ashen lips belongs to his wife with eyes closed.

The tip of the nose inhaled a peaceful scent on Alula's cheeks while her lips continued to demand unification.

Raden led Alula to put a hand on the nape of her neck before the big hand came down and took off Alula's short black folding skirt.

Because Alula was drawn down into the water, her tiny legs wrapped around her husband's checkered belly printed between the thin black t-shirts.

At the same time, Alula's chest was on Raden's face. Unwilling to think long, Raden pagut small pink granules, while his hands squeezed the back of Alula screeching.

"Emm." One bellow paled from Alula's rumbling breath. Refuse? Of course not wanting to, Raden's soft touch hypnotizes him to look up resignedly.

Orange twilight is still falling along with the prison that a couple of husband and wife have.

The bite that Raden created washed Alula from the neck to the ears.

Raden's small body was pushed back to sit on the rock. Their eyes meet again and as if talking from the inner Alula opens the thigh to make it easier for the owner to pass the part as well.

Raden pulled a dry towel and made it into Alula's pillow, the woman lying resignedly as her feet draped over her husband's neck.

Netra Alula extended her gaze to the sky that became her roof, and the stone as the base of her romantic activities.

Down there Raden had drowned his face and lips on the core that ranum even though he had never stopped his heirloom.

Slave of love, that's Raden, occasionally he splashes water on the bottom of the core of Alula then taste and drink it from there.

His two big hands never escaped from Alula's tender fruit, while his face continued to sink between Alula's smooth thighs.

Unlike yesterday this time Alula enjoyed it, this afternoon Alula felt the sincerity and gentleness of Raden Mas Rafael.

Breathing rough, bristling, little hands Alula squeezed her husband's thick hair, as if saying don't let go of me anymore.

There was no roughness at all, Raden continued to lull eroticism with gentleness. Occasionally accidentally thin jambang Raden scratches the sensitive part that makes Alula let out a sigh of pleasure.

The ripples of water were heard accompanying the scrumptious whimper of Alula. In pregnancy, there are some people who are more aggressive and it happens to Alula, without shame she wants it.

Satisfied with the core, Raden again pulled Alula's hand to go down into the water and again clenched her tiny lips.

The lips of the thirsty fish continue to unite through endless longing. Pagutan still washed away, Alula also closed her eyes enjoying every second of togetherness that she long wanted in between hypocrisy.

"Boss!" The cry of Bastian's voice that restores the sanity of the two until they spontaneously detach their lips.

Raden cornered Alula's back on one of the stones that could potentially hide his wife's aurat.

On the riverbank there Bastian shook his head while folding both arms. "So apparently here you guys huh? It's almost night. When are you gonna shower?"

"Damn!"

Alula kept her mouth shut staring at Raden. Although disturbed both had giggled to realize the strangeness of themselves.

Making love in the river, this is the first experience for a married couple. "Baby continue with the shower. We'll go straight to the tent after this."

Alula nodded silently, she was embarrassed by the situation, not wanting to serve anymore but in reality still enjoying.

Finished rinsing, Raden grabbed Alula's towel and put it on, as much as possible so that Bastia did not see the petite body's dandy. Alula only belongs to him today and beyond.

Bastian threw a kimono towel at Raden and used it well. After finishing with a shower and changing clothes. Raden and Bastian escort Alula to the tent.

Not a single word that Alula said during the trip, Raden was busy chatting with Bastian while his hand held Alula.

Until the moment it was almost to the tent, Alula took off her armband and made the man turn his head for a moment.

"Why?"

"Just get here, Lula can be alone." Alula ran towards the tent without giving her clarity of heart.

Raden snorted at him. "Look. Even after making out with her, she just ran away from me." Mumbled disappointed.

"Is he shy about showing off a marriage relationship with Om-om like me?" Sensitive Raden lirih.

"Just like the Boss who repatriated the young Madam without explanation. Now the young lady did the same." Bastian.

"So it's better to be clear first why the Boss sent him back yesterday, maybe after that the young lady will understand." His speech.

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...Well, it looks like my pain is serious, maybe I'll be up tomorrow or night at 23:00. I want to restore my body first, let me focus more on the writing. Thank you for your comment and prayer support... Can vote it well... To my spirit tompleng... May you always be healthy......