Not the Wrong Love

Dreamtime

Unstoppable desire, bringing Love and Rangga to an end in this room. The room that belonged to both of them.

After closing the door Rangga directly lunged at Love. Kiss her while guiding her to bed. His left hand held Love's body tightly while his right hand shrewdly pulled the string of Love's nightgown until in one pull the dress came off the floor and left only the clothes da*lam. Then, he began to research his wife's d*da.

Love whimpers, he does not want to lose and join unbutton Rangga shirt one by one until all buttons are released and Rangga throw his shirt with the origin.

The focus of making out makes them unconscious if their bodies hit the edge of the bed and eventually they fall together on it.

Love and Rangga laughed at each other's behavior. However, it did not take long for them to back fondle each other, satisfying the desires of their hidden vowel these few days.

Rangga re-collinated their lips, sued*sap, and bebe*litnya perfectly. After feeling Cinta out of breath, Rangga took off his kiss and turned to the neck of Love. His lips began to touch every inch of Love's neck, kissing, licking, and sucking it until it left its mark of possession there. Satisfied playing with his wife's neck now his lips turned down to the da*da section.

I don't know who started first until now they are both in an equally innocent state.

Love groaned again as Rangga pouted and squeezed the parts of his da*danya alternately. Moreover, when Rangga's left hand began to descend slowly rubbing his stomach, navel, then down again and began to play around there.

Again Love must groan, enjoy the game of Rangga fingers down there. With his eyes closed, his hands were trying to grab whatever was around him. The touch of Rangga is like an electric shock that radiates spontaneously to the body of Love until it rises to the crown. He lost consciousness for a while until he did not know Rangga's head had moved and was down there.

"Oh, no! Don't do it, brother!" screams Love while raising his head. However, it was too late because Rangga's tongue had already landed there. Love again dropped his head violently. His hand again gripped the sprai firmly when Rangga's tongue playing around perfectly there, making Love even more crazy. Yes, this was the first time for Rangga as long as they did that. He wants to vouch for Love in a different way in each of his games.

"Sir, please ...."

The breath of Love clearly stung, he felt that something would soon spill down there.

Rangga found out and he deliberately stopped his game that second also to torture his wife. Makes Love feel frustrated because Rangga likes it. Likes the face pleading for Love.

Rangga raised his head, and smiled with satisfaction at the sight of Love's eyes as he looked at her. Eyes begging for immediate impingement. Without a second thought Rangga immediately aligned his body with the body of Love.

"Why? Hm?" goda Rangga on the sidelines of his kiss on the neck of Love, "you can't stand it, dear? You want me to enter you soon? Huh?"

"Akhc!"

A spoiled screech full of adoration*matan escaped from the lips of Love. Especially when Rangga began to move on it in rhythm with foreign voices coming out of the lips of Love.

Love again groaned, moaning, issuing foreign voices that spur the adrenaline spirit of Rangga. The more often Cinta makes a foreign sound, the more excited Rangga to move on it with a touch of naughty fingers playing around every curve of Love's body. Intoxicating and humoring. Making Love must go down every time the Rangga touch it again to the next lead Love down the lake full of pleasure*the deepest service, then then fly to the top of nirvana, and melt together in the air. Truly a matchless service. However, the peak that had been reached was not enough for them, until when Love shamelessly asked him back, Rangga with a triumphant smile filled his wish again and again.

No sounds, no words. They were both silent, washed away, and dissolved in a rusty longing. Adding to the silence of the room that witnesses the scene of romance and the romantic story of two people who let go of longing. Only the sigh*breath of the two who hunt, fight with the darkness of the night increasingly concentrated. Although the sweat has poured out of the body of both. AC temperature that is already in the lowest temperature was not able to completely reduce the heat temperature of the body of both.

"I love you," whispered Rangga on the sidelines of his movement that continues to pump Love down there. Until she feels that Love's possession squeezes hers a sign that Love will reach its peak again.

"Together," said Rangga who then returned to melu*mat lips of Love greedily when it was felt his own will also reach its peak for umpteenth time.

"Now" Rangga ordered, which was accompanied by a long cry from both.

"Huh .. hah .. hah ...." Love rose from her sleep and led her own body to sit and lean on the back of her soft mattress. He wiped away the sweat droplets that soaked his forehead and face with a body that was also already soaked in sweat. His breathing rose and fell with a mind full of question marks.

"What was that? What happened just now was a dream? Why do I dream like that?"

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