My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Arini was in Tirta's room, pensively staring at the entire contents of the room. Sitting her body on the edge of the bed, thinking about what she had just experienced. Recognition of the love received from Tirta, as well as affirming her status as the wife of the idol Dilan Magika. It all seemed like a dream, he never thought his relationship with his idol could be as far and as deep. She doesn't know how she's got her heart on her husband? Can he throw his feelings at Andra?

“What are you thinking?” tanya Tirta made Arini gasp from her daydream, realizing that this young man who had just taken a bath had been sitting next to her wearing a nightgown.

“No,” kilah Arini flutter then stand stepping towards the dresser.

“Where to?” tanya Tirta looked in wonder.

“Taking skin care Brother? before going to bed should use skincare right,” said Arini grabbed the face care box that the artist has know the habits of Tirta and remember his duty while living with an idol who cares a lot about appearance.

Tirta smiled at Arini's behavior still cares about the care of her face. This young man is very happy now they are back together in this room like Arini who will take him to dreamland by wiping his face.

The atmosphere felt awkward as Tirta lay down and Arini gently rubbed her face with cotton, pounding their heart crazily. Arini seemed to be unable to breathe as Tirta continued to stare at her unblinkingly as if drugged by her face. Arini was so nervous looking at her idol husband's face.

“Thank you for choosing to stay with me,” said Tirta in a low tone still did not expect Arini to choose him as husband.

Arini just smiled thinly. “Sister fights again yes same father?” Arini rubs face cream with index finger. I know that father and son relationship is bad.

Tirta just nodded.

“Because what sister?” ask Arini curiously.

This young man was speechless there was no way he would say if it was because of Andra's death. Arini would be sad if he knew Andra had been gone from two years ago and had been wallowing in pseudo-waiting. hence Tirta preferred to keep it a secret.

“Just a little problem,” said Tirta afterwards no more talks.

“What's finished?” tirta asked as Arini had stopped rubbing her handsome face.

“So far brother.” Arini moved to save the skincare box back to the ornamental table then turned to direct her bead eyes towards the bed.

“Let's sleep,” said Tirta shifted her body, making room for Arini lying next to her.

Arini stood swallowing her saliva kelat, starting tonight, as a wife every night she would sleep next to her idol instead of her husband's errat. Ah she definitely won't be able to sleep well in her idol's arms.

“Come aboard. Or you want me to carry you!” Tirta got up to pull her blanket down, make Arini waver, lest her husband properly carry her. He also went up to the bed.

Arini straightened her back on a comfortable mattress, lying staring at the ceiling of the room. Without a word Tirta then shifted closer, wrapped his hands around Arini's waist and landed a soft kiss on his wife's cheek, from earlier Tirta did not vent his love.

Arini jolted her heart increasingly struggling with the treatment of Tirta.

Arini directed her gaze at Tirta for a moment when their beads met.

“I miss you!” said Tirta with a smile to decorate his handsome face, making Arini drugged with the charm of the artist. Arini took a deep breath, held it for a while then turned to turn back to Tirta, the artist's tawdry soul came back. Duh why is it so difficult for Arini to see if this idol man as her husband.

Tirta sighed when she saw how Arini must have seen her again as an idol artist. Makes her anxious already can't help but fondle her. This is a very long-awaited time to reunite with the woman he loves.

This young man, then this gently pulled Arini's shoulder to change position, lying on his side staring at her. “See me!” Tirta found his view then

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Tirta softly kissed Arini's ranum lips to make him stunned, his heart pounding more and more crazy.

“That's a lip mark, if you see me again as your idol then I will give you a lip mark so you remember that I am your husband!” obviously Tirta reminded not of the signature for Arini but the lip mark of her husband.

The look of the shahdu full of damba emanated from the look of Tirta's eyes. He tidied up the mane of hair that covered the face blushing Arini. “I want you dear,” said Tirta with a hoarse tone of eyes has foggy of passion, the roar of breath tempestuous on Arini's face.

Dear. Ah, the word love makes Arini's heart more pumped, his face has warmed up as red as a tomato. Truly he could not, Arini had not moved to avoid Tirta and put his hand to lock the nape of Arini's neck so that he could not move. Tirta then pressed her lips together, toast the sweet lips. Arini gasped for the attack she received, but she could not resist, her husband wanted it.

The kiss turned to all parts of Arini's face evaporated the feelings of love and longing that erupted. Slowly Tirta began to move up to support his wife's body, resting with both hands, now they will repeat the beautiful night.

Soft kisses descend down the jawbone to the neck niche. “Eugh,” Arini relieved to hold back the ticklish feeling when Tirta gave a lick, a sip marking the white skin with a reddish sign.

Tirta's hands did not stay still, starting to break into Arini's pajamas, crashing the chest. “Ahh.” Arini sighed favorably making Tirta more burning passion, down every inch of his wife's body, releasing every strand of protective covering that smooth body.

“Ahh.” Arini sighed again, her body sighed as Tirta played her twin hills sucking, licking giving a delicious sensation as if her soul was floating. Tirta's lust grew more and more tempestuous.

Their breathing had been heavy, the couple's body had been hot burned by passion, Tirta was already unable to hold back then took off the clothes he was wearing. Kiss the whole bottom of Arini then start positioning yourself.

“Do not strain! I'll do it slowly,” whispered Tirta, this is Arini's second submission so it's only natural that he's still tense and remembered the pain of his first night.

Arini took a deep breath, closing her eyes if she was ready to show devotion to her husband.

Arini gripped Tirta's back while biting her lower lip. When Tirta began to drop his property it was still difficult very and narrow, but with one jolt they had fused.

Tirta began to move her hips slowly ushering in a rush of pleasure that created a sigh, a sigh from both. Tirta Arini's confinement carried her body, racing in pursuit of ultimate pleasure. Enjoy the beginning of a long night that will give birth to the next beautiful night as a husband and wife who will no longer be separated by distance. Arini will learn to accept Tirta's touch as her husband instead of as an idol.

　

　

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jeng Kunti: Yaelah disturb aja this ....

Before long I was salfoknya not to the scene, but unfortunately skincarenya, Tirta would have used a sticky facial treatment ngak it on the face and body Arini.

jeng kunti: After that thor skincare Tirta expensive not sticky, not rich author who uses cream kelly same powder viva number 4.

Buset had he known ......

sorry so later on my holiday again kempelan jeng kunti julid, jutek again....