Not Ordinary Slant

Fifty Five

It's not Rafis' name, if he let Agya go. He got up from his seat quickly, then stepped his legs wide following Agya's steps. Then, push again the door that Agya had managed to open, until it closed again.

Agya turned her head. Then, wanting to turn his body around prepared for a protest. However, the young man actually patted his body, until pressed onto the door leaf.

"What was that about?" Rafis draped Agya's hair to the side, to show off her tiered neck. Then, one of his hands hugged Agya's waist. So, their bodies are very close and make Agya difficult to move. What's more, Rafis leaned his chin on one of Agya's shoulders.

The free hand of Rafis began to move. Look for Agya's white work button and open it. Just managed to unbutton two clothes, Agya resisted Rafis' hand movement.

"I don't like your body being held by another woman!" said Agya coldly.

Rafis understands what he means. Sometimes, he does forget, if now there is a heart that he must take care of.

"Yes, sorry." Rafis kissed Agya's exposed shoulder, making Agya feel his body stung slowly. Although not the first, but Rafis still always managed to create a sensation that made him addicted.

Seeing Agya begin to loosen his grunts, Rafis again moved his hand to unbutton the third, while giving small kisses on Agya's neck. It seemed that Agya was starting to enjoy it, until it involuntarily closed its eyes.

"Shower first!" In part of his almost lost consciousness, Agya again made a sound. She still remembered how her husband had cuddled with another woman.

Rafis shakes. His breathing that blew around Agya's neck felt very warm. Not only on his neck, but all over his body as well.

"Udah can't stand it" Rafis said without distancing his face from his wife's smooth neck. He even pressed something that Agya managed to build earlier, to make Agya believe his words.

While continuing to apply pressure down there with a slow rhythm, Rafis' hand also does not want to lose. He agilely gave a little massage in front of there, to make Agya moan.

Rafis grinned. It seems that the wife is starting to melt and wants the same thing with her.

Rafis turned Agya's body quickly as his head had started to feel dizzy. There's something he needs to finish.

Slowly, Rafis' head lowered, staring at something that made his heart always pound. He brought his face closer, even without distance, and took a gentle sip. Again Agya sounded. The voice of the woman always managed to make Rafis hooked and excited.

"Ravis ...."

Rafis always treated him gently. He held Agya, and sat her down on the desk. Then, back to tuck inch by inch Agya's body who knows where his clothes are now.

"Don't punish me like that again, hm?" Rafis whispered in Agya's ear, then bit her earlobe slowly. Agya did not answer. He just nodded his head with a misty look.

Rafis smiles. Now he is independently getting rid of his own clothes. However, just as he wanted to start everything Agya looked at him seriously. "And you ...." Agya touched Rafis' lips. "Don't make me jealous anymore."

Once again Rafis smiled, then nodded his head like a sweet child. Then, it quickly sipped Agya's lips and although she tasted many times, it still never made her satisfied with the taste.

Rafis carefully fused their bodies together. Letting the sound of the table creaking into their warmth-assistant music. Let this quiet night be a witness, if they truly feel grateful to have had each other.

"I love you, Agya Sofia."

"I ... love you, Rafisqy Arzan."

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Enough and accept it.

Don't wait for me here mulu. Samperin to SUPERBIA yukk. Such paporitin makes me smile 😆

Papaye.

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