My servant, Asha

Usai

The hand started guerrilla exploring the damp body by the water it was hugging from behind. Touching what can be touched, because behind the towel, the body is plain without any cloth other than the towel that covers. His wife did not refuse. The body squirms and groans sensually gently when it receives the tickling twinkle sent through the tempting touches of Arga's fingers.

Arga turned his wife's body to face her. Asha's face was already blushing red. She was found to have pranked her husband as well.he began to burn with desire due to seductive touches.

Arga's hand began to pull the towel slowly. Showing a plain shoulder that makes Arga passionate. Straining that shoulder with the surface of her warm lips. Makes his wife jump. It was almost a sigh of resignation escaped from his lips loudly. Arga instantly silenced his wife's mouth with his lips. Spice and immerse his lips there. [Previous episode ]

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After scooping and laying down his wife's body in the softness of a large bed, Arga trapped the body with both fenced hands on the right and left sides of his head to support his body so as not to overlap him.

"Can I really do it this time?" asked Arga who made a bright red hue on Asha's cheekbones. How could Arga still ask that. The question was too straightforward without a cover-up.

Asha looked away with a slow nod. Not angry or hateful. She was so embarrassed Arga calmly asked that question. Still looking away, the lips were unable to answer because Arga who began to duck peppered his wife's temple. Also began to move her warm lips on the plain shoulder tip over that arm.

Smell that inch of shoulder detail gently. A loose groan sounded again from Asha's lips. Makes Arga who desires for his wife more passionate. The lips began to look at the other side of the shoulder. Going up, biting the ear lobe and exhaling heat which made Asha bite her own lips.

Arga opened his eyes and moved his lips to Asha's lips and peppered her. Tasting without hesitation. Then the kiss went down to the bottom, to the former fibers of a towel shirt that had not covered his wife's body perfectly. Arga's hand forced the towel down. Making his wife look no longer covered by anything. Making the body curl up slightly held the gallion that surrounded his body because of his plain body.

Arga's fingers trace the sensitive body part. Asha's legs clamped on Arga's thighs which held her own body without warning. It was a reflex motion when his body was in plural. But for Arga it is an appeal that makes him nervous.

Sensual moans escaped from Asha's lips. The voice again adds to Arga's sense of passion. He felt increasingly unbearable again channeling his passion and passion.

The groan earlier indicates this woman is ready to receive Arga completely.

Without a hint Arga immersed himself in the warmth of his wife. Slowly and gently. Their breaths were unpretentious as Arga began to unify. The lips of this woman groaned, sighed, moaned sensually making the Arga movement stronger. Arga's lips growled with desire.

Asha's hands slid both of her arms on Arga's muscular body. Hugging and gripping as hard as possible to withstand the pleasure that blends between two people who are tied in the ropes of a legitimate marriage. His lips mentioned the name Arga over and over again. Sending gelenyar on Arga's eardrum which is then able to arouse Arga's body to move faster.

Arga lowered his head to kiss Asha's lips until they finally reached the highest limit in the peak of this unification pleasure together. Then lay down on the right side of Asha with her second breath gasping for breath.

This is the paradise of the world for two people who have obtained permission from the official and recognized verification process. Who will not fear will defend its validity.

Asha's body curled up against Arga's bare chest. Arga's hand pulled the body closer. This man landed a kiss of affection on Asha's forehead. Then enveloped the bodies of the two of them who were half wet and damp due to sweat. The two of them would feel pain together if they allowed their naked bodies to be exposed to the air from the air conditioning.

"Thank you, Sha. My wife." whispered Arga, landing a long kiss on the top of Asha's head, and hugging the body even tighter.

"Ehmm..," Asha muttered while curling up. Tired, Asha closed her eyes.

"Finally you are mine, silly woman," whispered Arga as she kissed Asha's temple.

"Ehmm." Asha responded to the statement of ownership of the body beside her. Senjenak silent atmosphere. Only his second breath began to be regular. "You really do it when the sky is not dark, Ga," said Asha dragged tired and still closed her eyes. Arga chuckled at hearing that.

"No shower?" ask Arga.

"Eitherway. Actually I'm lazy. After my body has been dirty by you, I must and must do so. I have to take a shower."

"Want me to bathe? I can help you."

"I'm sorry I made you so." Arga rubbed his chin at the top of Asha's head. Asha's eyeballs closed again. Outside the sky was dark. But this is not the time to sleep.

Geck, tok, tok! Door knocked.

"Who?"

"Paris, Brother. Mother said to have Brother and Sister Asha come down for dinner! The food is almost ready" Paris said.

"Yes. We will go down, after waking up the sleeping Asha. You can have dinner first."

"okay!" The voice of Paris vanished. It indicates that his sister is no longer at the door. Hearing the Paris information earlier, made Asha's eyes open wide. It's like an alarm to force him to wake up. If dinner together means that there is Mrs Wardah and Mr. Hendarto.

Asha got up immediately by covering her innocent body with a blanket. After successfully finding a towel shirt beside her, Asha immediately put on a towel shirt quickly and darted into the bathroom.

Arga was surprised to see the behavior of his wife who suddenly became a superwoman. It was whining, now it's fresh fit because of the meal call just now. Even shower very quickly.

Asha came out while pulling her wet hair. "Not to rush. I told them to eat first."

"I have to dry this hair quickly."

"For what? You cold?"

"I don't want my hair to look wet when I meet your family" Asha said. Arga's forehead is linked together. Formed a faint frown on his forehead. He doesn't understand. "You know... As a newlywed. I feel embarrassed to look like I'm done cleaning my hair."

"Because that means we're done making love?" asked Arga who was still sitting on the bed leaning on the shoulder of the bed.

"Yes that way...." I don't know why talking about this is so embarrassed. Asha's hands were still drying her hair. Arga started wearing his clothes. Walk over and grab the towel on Asha's hand slowly.

"I'm drying your hair here."

"You don't shower right away? Everything must have been waiting. Especially because of you I don't help cooking in the kitchen."

"Well..." Arga gave the small towel and immediately rushed to clean up. Arga is a man who does not linger in the bathroom. No exaggeration.

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In the dining room one family is already at the dining table. Without Arga and his wife of course. By the time the two of them arrived, the others had already eaten each other's meals. Asha bowed in respect.

"You two, let's eat together" Dad asked. The vision of Mrs Wardah noticed the look on her son's face that had begun to brighten. Not that brackish just now. Then his eyeballs saw Asha, his daughter-in-law. This time Asha looked radiant as well although it looked a little awkward than it had been in the kitchen. Mistress Wardah's lips revealed a smile. He knew his son had completed his first delayed night.

As promised. Arga who came to offer a sweet fairy tale, really make the fairy tale come true. Asha who dreams, really feel the beauty of the sweet fairy tale offered by Arga. The man who loved her accepted Asha with all her flaws and advantages. He, Arga Hendarto. Making their two different worlds made in one container, namely marriage. Legitimate without dispute.

Cinderella's journey is over.

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