Qibla Love A

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Aisya looks deft when preparing all the needs of Arion. The longer she got used to touching all her husband's personal belongings. Starting from clothes to da*laman Arion, when she and Arion were only a few days married - Aisya looks awkward and embarrassed, when she saw the da*laman her husband.

"What clothes?"

Aisya flinched in shock when she heard Arion's voice from behind her body. Her body stiffened even more, as she felt Arion getting closer - even the smell of soap could Aisya smell clearly.

"Th-this,"

Aisya stretched out Arion's clothes, which she had already prepared - without wanting to turn around. Aisya was not ready to see her husband's half-naked body this morning. Shame and awkwardness still dominated in his heart.

"Did?"

"Yes," said Aisya quickly.

The girl looked like she was busy, with a blanket she was folding. His head lowered deeply, as he saw Arion further eroding the distance. Even through the corner of her eyes, Aisya could see that Arion was already in front of her.

"Please help button the shirt, "Arion's ink.

Aisya closed both her eyes nervously, her hands clasping tightly onto the blanket. His head was still down, but it slowly lifted as he felt the blanket he was holding moving places.

"Can?"

Aisya swallowed the hard-earned saliva, but unmindfully the girl nodded slowly. Aisya ventured to raise her head. The first glance that Aisya saw was Arion's thin smile.

A smile that looks annoying in both eyes. Aisya was sure that this time the long-haired man must be laughing amusedly.

"Here!"

Aisya orders her husband to come closer, her eyes staring gently at Arion - so gently that it makes Arion obedient.

The man drew closer to Aisya, his two eyes did not want to turn away the slightest bit from the beautiful face of the Angel.

No talk of the two. The pair of lovebirds are enjoying each other more as if they are enjoying the awkward and nervous atmosphere that is currently plaguing the heart.

More precisely Aisya's nervous heart, while Arion instead enjoys his wife's red face, when the finger lentik it put the button into place.

The greep!

Gluey!

Aisya even swallowed her hard-earned saliva, as she felt a warm breath on her face - as Arion began to duck down and draw closer to her face.

"Can?"

Both of Aisya's eyes blinked rapidly upon hearing Arion's words. Her brain could not yet connect quickly, but as she felt a soft touch lipped underneath - Aisya understood what her husband wanted.

Should he refuse?

The answer could not be, Aisya could not resist Arion's desire. In addition to her obligations as a wife, Arion's request also made her realize that everything inside her was the right of her husband.

Aisya nodded in embarrassment, honestly she was embarrassed as soon as Arion stroked her lower lip. Aisya is not an innocent girl, but she really does not know how, because all the kisses and kisses given by Arion is her first practice.

With a faint smile, Arion began to approach-erode the distance on Aisya. Clenching their bodies together, providing real warmth - which made Aisya reflex close both eyes, as she felt a chewy object touch her thin lips.

A chewy and sweet object that slowly moves, giving it a sweet and opiate taste. Even unconsciously Aisya clasped tightly onto Arion's shirt.

Both of his legs were getting weaker as he felt the movements of Arion's lips so intense and demanding. If only Arion's two hands did not rest on his body, maybe Aisya had fallen to the floor.

Both are getting lulled, but when the embers of passion are in the ubun-knock door from the outside makes Arion forced to release the link of his lips both.

"RION! OUTSIDE THERE'S YOUR GRANDFATHER!" the sound of Grandma's cry, making Arion sculpt.

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