Not the Wrong Love

Beautifully

The night grew thick, when the moon that had been shy appeared, now seemed to peek out from behind the window of the room that was not closed. When the sounds of crickets and night animals are out there, when the wind blows softly, when the walls, and the whole room is silent, there, there, on a king-size bed located in the middle of the room, two people were struggling, mumbling*bu channeling their human desires.

Des*hunting breaths continued to clash in the dark room that only got illumination from the moonlight peering outside the window. There's no sound. There are no words. Both dissolve, drifting in a rusty longing.

The longing for the beauty they had always wanted, the longing for moments like these, which did not even change even after so many years of separation.

With a smile on Ben's lips, his fingers grew smoother, moving agilely along every curve of Love's body.

What an amazing night for Love, he was able to bring Love to the beauty he wanted for thousands of his nights. He is able to realize the dream from his desire that is getting rusty in every second.

Yes, dreams. This is a dream for love. The same dream every time he misses this guy. The touch of the fingers that increasingly arouse the desire of Love, the desire that is increasingly burning and turbulent, as if never extinguished even after many years he lived with various dynamics of life. To the extent that Love is unable to resist when one by one the clothes she wears are stripped.

Embarrassed? No. gabe. Why should I be ashamed? Isn't this just a dream?! For what love is ashamed. No. gabe. He was not ashamed of anyone, let alone of the walls that were bowed down, of the moon that was still peeping, of the wet ground of the night, and of the air that was dripping with dew in the morning.

They've been through nights like this. The night is full of passionate love scenes and romantic stories created and etched beautifully that bear witness to the journey of their lives.

"Sister...." Unknowingly Love groaned as Ben kissed her da*danya in turn who cooperated with his hand squeezing her with anxiety in turn as well.

"You're still very gentle," joked Ben whose hand began to descend down the smooth body of Love.

Before long, his hand reached the part that already belonged to him. Ben rubbed it gently and his finger began to play softly there.

Love is growing more terrible. The more crazy the groans of Love the more excited Ben spurring his finger movements, until Love almost reached its peak.

However, Ben does not want Love to reach his satisfaction just like that. Just look at what she's going to torture Love, she likes to see the face of Love pleading with her. Her frustrated face, her eyes, begged Ben to enter.

"Sister...."

Ben smiled slanted as Love voiced out with raucous, and a sexy tone teased. Damnit damnit! I want him to enter Love now. Love is still the same, though,

beautiful ones!

"Sister... Rangga!" sudden Love affair.

Ben decided to align his body with Love. He saw the face of Love which was only a few inches away from his face.

"What's? Hm?" he answered in a voice that resembled a whisper. He tidied the hair that covered the face of Love.

Love looked at Ben with her eyes. "I hate you!" said it. His eyes were more and more glaring, Love blinked slowly until finally unconscious.

Ben smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, because what I'm doing is going to hurt you even more."

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The morning grew brighter as the sunlight slowly began to crawl up illuminating the earth's surface.

A love that felt glare, wriggled behind the thick blanket that covered her body. He slowly opened his eyes, then as fast as lightning rose from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and began to circulate his gaze, looking around the room where he was now.

What is this place? Where am I? Why would I be here?

Instantly Love panicked when he realized he was now in a foreign place with a body without a thread.

Wh why? Why can't I remember anything?

Love grabbed her own hair, trying to remember. However, it was still difficult for him to remember everything.

What the hell happened to me?

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