Past For Future's

Haram Shirt

...This episode contains adult content. Please be wise 🙏...

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The wind hits, touching whatever it goes through. The leaves also dance to the flow of air. Shimmering white sands reflect the light of the orange that comes along to reveal the world.

One or two hairs are beautifully cut. Every now and then he sibak gracefully, embarrassed mixed happy hue into one. The beautiful woman was busy throwing her face out of the sight of the man before her. The man who was looking at her was intense and filled with a tinge of happiness. Adding to the impression of teenagers who have just knit romance.

The man grabbed the girl's fingers in front of him and then kissed her affectionately. A love he never thought would be a beautiful story of dilemma, tears, and happiness. The man smiled when he saw the girl was still reluctant to look at him.

"Didn't you like the ring?" The one asked just nodded. "No art?" The man grew even more eager to tease his shy-looking girl.

"Look at dong." He brought his girl's shoulder to face him.

"What the hell?" Oliv shook his shoulders.

"So somebody's talking about the guy." Marcel pinched Oliv's chin.

"I'm horrified." slit Oliv.

"Oh yeah? Do you love me, Dear?" marcel Goda.

"Yes, I do." replied Oliv cuek.

"The staff is beautiful." Marcel looked at the beach in front of him. Oliv looked at Marcel. "More beautiful than you." Marcel smiled obliquely.

"Yes indeed. The beach is more beautiful than me. Sana pacarin the beach." Oliv then stood up and left Marcel.

"Darling....!!" marcel shouted, "You can leave me paralyzed?" the tone was made sok hurt.

Oliv stopped his steps. He sighed before returning to face his man. Oliv crossed his hands in his stomach while looking at Marcel cynically.

"Why not ask for help from the beach?" pissed Oliv.

"You are possessive, Love." Marcel chuckles. "You're jealous of the beach?" Marcel rubbed his face to hold back the laughter.

"Who said? Naw. I'm normal." elak Oliv.

"Yes dong. Please help your future husband here." Marcel thrust his hand like a toddler asking to be carried.

"Jinx..." Oliv pursed his lips as he approached Marcel.

Oliv painstakingly pushed Marcel into his wheelchair. Marcel's mouth continued his seduction for Oliv which was timidly upset.

bruccous

Oliv sat Marcel in a wheelchair not far from their seat. Marcel held Oliv's hand to stay in his position. His hands stretched out to flick Oliv's hair covering his face. Their eyes met for a while.

His face drew closer until their noses touched each other, He felt his breath getting closer to the girl, until something touched his lips gently.

"Bwwwww....!!!"

Oliv was surprised by Marcel's sudden scream, leaving him a little distance away. Oliv frowned frantically as he saw Marcel's face turning red withstanding the pain.

"Sister, what's wrong with Marcel?" Anxious Oliv by patting Marcel on the cheek.

"Aarrrrggggh. Liv please....!!!" Marcel is in pain.

"Yes what?? Brother Marcel whyaaa?" Oliv was getting anxious. "We're going to the hospital right now" he added, increasingly anxious.

"Aduuuhhw. No need to arrrghh it.. thatuu..." Marcel pointed at his feet.

Oliv glared his eyes when he saw a fairly large orange creature stamped Marcel's big toe. Instead of helping Oliv even bit his finger in fear.

"You don't dare, brother. How about changing my cockpit?" his hair is getting stiff.

"Hold the middle, awwww I can't take it, Liv. Please kuuuuu feet...!!" marcel shouted louder.

Oliv put his hand forward and then put it back again, advancing, rewinding again until with wani-wani angas Oliv held the living crab and then threw it far away.

"Ciiiiiiiii..." Oliv shakes his shoulders amusedly.

"Shhhhh, Liv." Marcel grimacing.

"Geez, bleed!!" shock Oliv, "Where is this?" the panic.

"We're going to the car. In the car is P3K." proposes Marcel.

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While the middle Moon pacing in the room walk in closet. She kept tapping her lips while thinking hard to persuade her husband who had been silent for four days. Moon squatting her hair is upset because her idea has been deadlocked. She has struggled to persuade him to start cooking, massage her husband, and even give him a white rose as a symbol of apology. But fateful, instead of forgiven even add to her husband's allergic disease.

Oliv looked at his body behind the mirror, he pulled his oversize clothes back to form his curves. Suddenly a crazy idea was thought of. He opened the closet in a hurry, ruffling with the origin. Until finally he was met with two stacks of illegal clothes that Dirga deliberately prepared for him but never used. The moon pulled a bright red filter suit with a sly smile on her face.

"Well, why not think of yesterday, anyway. If you do this, the Old Man will not linger for long." The moon put the shirt on her body. With a cunning character that came out of nowhere, the Moon wore the bastard without adding anything.

cklekk

The moon peeked in a daze to look for her husband's whereabouts. When it was felt that her husband had not returned from the office, he stepped small to the bed.

The moon links its two index fingers, indicating that it is thinking groggy. He tilted his body then practiced sennsual styles such as photographs of adult models.

"Don't, I'm a seductress." The moon stretched out its body so that something printed perfectly. But the Moon shook her head again.

"Where are you?" The Moon set its breath then, "Okay, the Moon rilex. You're pretty cuey. Tease without moving."

cklekk

The door was opened, but the Moon pulled a blanket to pretend to be asleep. There was the sound of shoes being thrown with the origin of which became a bad habit Dirga Baskara.

The moon glanced as the sound of the bathroom door closing. The moon breathed a sigh of relief and forgot its original purpose.

"Kok so deg-deg an gini anyway." The moon held her chest. "You're flirting with your own husband this whole lot." Moon chuckles.

Long enough Moon waited for her husband to finish his affairs, unknowingly he yawned. His eyes were starting to fade, unable to resist sleepiness anymore.

Just sleeping for a while, the Moon felt a shock on the bed. She glanced back, her husband laying down with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Mas.." call the Moon but there's no word.

"Mas, put on the bed blanket." The moon patted Dirga's shoulder.

"Hm."

The moon sighed, then bowed to envelop Dirga's body. Dirga who had actually not slept was secretly glancing at his wife. His eyes narrowed even more when he saw the two pieces plastered in front of him as his wife bowed.

glegs

Dirga's saliva almost dripped. But soon Dirga threw away his dirty thoughts and forced himself to close his eyes. Dirga flipped through his body when he felt all his positions were wrong. He faced his wife, again he got a crazy view when his wife slept on her back.

He began to lose his mind, his sense of prestige was high but his appetite was also higher. He felt what he wanted to touch. It wasn't enough there that he started acting on his favorite toys. Gobbling what he can devour.

"Uuuhhh." a shrill voice came out from the Moon's mouth. He slowly opened his eyes when he felt something was wet.

His eyes glared at the sight of a head below him. He began to craze, his body felt a tremendous surge. The moon grabbed her husband's head to express his taste.

huuuh huuh

Something has come out. Dirga stared into the face of the Moon. With a single pull, the illicit clothes that the Moon was wearing ripped irregularly.

"Mas ko.emmphh"

Dirga silenced the Moon's mouth aggressively.

"Sampe at seven o'clock in the morning." whispered Dirga right in the ear of the Moon which made the Moon even more bristling.

"But you. emmpph"

Again Dirga did not give the Moon a chance to talk. All he wanted right now was the satisfaction of love from his angel.

And tonight was a long night for the two of them as a legitimate married couple.

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Okay guys. See you😁