Prince Cinta Beda Religious

"NIGHT WORSHIP"

Bogor, Hotels.

Isma was ready to clean up. He was waiting for Prince to take a shower. Isma was ready with her face and also had stretched two prayer mats.

5 Minutes later.

Prince came back from the bathroom wearing a pajamas.

"Huhuhuhu. . ." His gun while combing his hair.

"Darling. . ." Call her. However, the call stopped when he saw Isma already wearing mukena.

"Mas, this is the same sheath. We pray first." Bring along.

Prince smiled, there was a feeling of slight disappointment. But he was also happy, because his bidadari always reminded him to pray two roka'at before going to bed.

"Honey. . . I love you." Prince said as he put up the sarong and the peck.

Then they dissolve in prayer. How wonderful the happiness they are feeling now.

After the prayer Prince did not forget to pray, every prayer was in aamiin right by Isma, until the end of his prayer.

As soon as he finished praying, Prince turned his body to Isma. Isma immediately took Prince's hand to kiss him. As soon as Isma kissed her husband's hand, her forehead was also frowned upon by her husband.

Long enough Prince kissed her, she also recited her prayers. Isma smiled with a smile while reading the prayer that her husband chanted.

Yes, Isma was happy, it turns out that her husband also knew about prayer before worshiping at night for the unification of their love.

After chanting the prayer, Prince embraced the body of Isma. He brought her to bed. Slowly Prince took off Isma's face.

Isma was silent, her whole body was trembling. His cheeks were blushing, but his lips could not smile. Isma even held her breath, she forgot how to breathe.

"Honey. . . Breathe." Whisper Prince by bringing his face closer to Isma's face.

Isma immediately took a lot of breath. But, as soon as Prince's lips landed on his, Isma held her breath again.

This is not the first time they kiss. But, somehow Isma felt this was completely different. There is fear, joy and sadness.

"Calm down, baby. . . I will do it slowly and lovingly. Don't be afraid. . ." Prince.

Then, he slowly laid Isma's body, looking at Isma's embarrassed and fearful face that looked adorable and so cute.

Gently dressed in Isma's hair, Prince slowly began to kiss Isma's forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and finally Prince kissed Isma's lips.

While Prince stopped, he positioned himself right above Isma by making his hand as a pedestal to hold his weight.

Then Prince again kissed Isma's lips, while Isma slowly began to put her hands on Prince's shoulders. Feeling Isma's hand tightly coiled on her shoulder, Prince finally deepened his kiss.

And without realizing it, now his big body has overstimulated Isma who began to sigh slowly. Isma held back that beautiful feeling with as much as she could.

"Look out, baby. . ." Pinta Prince's.

Isma shook her head, "It is enough that only the two of us can hear this beautiful voice, Mas." Said gasping.

"But, dear is tormented hold it." Said Prince who was also panting to withstand the beautiful turmoil of his longing and love for his girlfriend.

"No, I'm happy tonight, Mom. Very happy. . ."

Prince smiled, then continued his activities. He quickly took off his stoning, then slowly helped Isma take off her clothes.

Isma averted her gaze and closed her eyes tightly as she felt Prince's hand begin to undress. And Prince smiled happily even more when he finally managed to take off Isma's clothes.

Prince resumed his duties, and just then, a drop of clear grain dripped down the tip of Isma's eye. His hands were tightly wrapped around Prince's shoulders.

Seeing Isma enduring the pain, Prince hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead lovingly.

"Honey, may God bless our love and be united until the next day." Whisper Prince gasping.

Isma smiled in her pain. A happy smile, and felt himself filled with all the love of the man he loved so much.

That night was so beautiful for them, the luxurious hotel room became a silent witness to the combination of love of two newly married people.

And that night Prince actually did it over and over again, until he felt sorry to see his woman who was very tired and sleepy.

Just before they ended their evening service, Prince carried Isma's body to the bathroom. They cleaned themselves before going to bed.

Skiingp. . .

Prince opened his eyes, his hands fumbling over the bed. He did not find Isma's body. He'll wake up soon. His eyes looked around the room looking for his wife.

A smile was finally seen on his face when he saw his wife sleeping on the prayer mat.

"My dear did not even leave two roka'at dhuha." He said he felt ashamed, because he went back to sleep after the dawn prayer.

Towards his wife, the body was on his lap.

"Mass. . . Already awake?" Isma asked who woke up when she felt her body was in her husband's arms.

"Darling, forgive me. It's a shame to be exhausted gini. . ." Prince said he regretted what he did last night.

Isma smiled, looking at her husband's face with a loving look.

"No need to apologize, Mom. It's my duty as a wife who is learning to be a good wife to my husband." Soft talk.

Prince smiled when he heard Isma's reply.

"Honey. . . Never leave me. Whatever happens, stay by the side, ma'am." Her speech.

Isma just smiled. Last night's worship was proof of her love for her husband.

"Mas, I'm hungry. . ." Whine while mendusel spoiled in her husband's chest.

"Yes, let's have breakfast. Baby what do you want for breakfast? I ordered it."

"Wouldn't. I'm cooking by myself." Her speech.

Then she broke away from her husband. Soon she changed her mukena into her long hijab.

"Dear to cook breakfast by yourself?" Ask Prince in wonder.

"Yes. Wh why? Is something wrong?" His mouth while tidying up his hijab.

"We're at the hotel now, baby. . . It's not home, you know." Obviously Prince.

Isma smiled looking at her husband.

"I forgot, whose hotel is this?" Isma walked over to her husband.

Prince thought for a moment, and then he smiled.

"Yes, I know who this hotel is? But you sure you want to cook your own breakfast?"

"Related. The kitchen at this hotel, I'm the design, ma'am. So I want to try cooking in the kitchen of my dreams." Vigorously.

"All right. . . I forgot. This hotel belongs to me, baby."

"Hmm, but when the hotel was officially opened, I was kicked out. I haven't even checked the kitchen." He recalled the events three years ago.

Prince smiled shyly at Isma's insinuation. Then he pulled Isma's body into his arms.

"It is my own dear who did not want to accept the love of the time." His protest while peeping Isma's chubby cheeks.

Drrriittt. . . Drriitett. . .

Iphone Prince is ringing. It says a new number. Unfortunately Prince did not hear the sound of the vibration of his phone.

They were joking with laughter running to each other to the kitchen.

Who called Prince???

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