Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Mine

Sorry for the long time, the author is sick again, not feeling well. 🤧

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Vast

After pulling her body closer towards her husband, now her husband turned his back to the man.

Harsa started rubbing her back gently and definitely with a little naughty swipe.

"Was my wife.." Harsa again poked the nose to the nape of his nape, then again sipped every inch of his skin as if he did not want to be missed in the slightest.

Harsa

Tonight will be a long night the two of them. He had held back that desire for too long, but he did not want to be hasty and just wanted to make this woman feel comfortable.

Although the two of them often make out and have almost lost control, but he knows that this will be the first experience for Sekar, unlike him who was once unfortunate in the world of romance.

His hand carried that slender body that was behind him to lean on him. She clenched tightly and linked her fingers with the clenched fingers she always kissed.

Her lips gently tipped the top of Sekar's head, then down turned to that smooth cheek and last landed on the lips that always look tempting. Just a kiss no more, but a soft and long kiss.

"Have his guests gone?" honestly, he just wants to make Sekar relaxed and comfortable.

His wife laughed and nodded, making his lips smile.

"So dong, it's my turn to visit?" next again while stroking the smooth cheek.

"His watch hurts for sure?" the question this time made him more anxious and tightened his embrace and re-buried his face deeply into the curves of the white neck that is still wet and slightly slippery because of soap.

"After the pain, it must be asked again" he replied confidently and convincingly, but again greeted with scorn by Sekar.

"Relase yukk..!" invite him with a little push slowly Sekar body then invite to stand up.

The activity of rinsing the body from the slippery soap is really just rinsing, he did not tempt his wife in any way.

"Wear the one you've prepared, I wait outside" he whispered when he saw the black clothes that had been photographed by Sekar.

Vast

He stared at the reflection of the mirror in front of him, a woman wearing black clothes who was unable to cover anything from her body.

It's not him, it's really not him. Harsa completely transformed herself from a plain woman to a slightly wild woman. His head shook slowly and his hands covered his face, to imagine what Harsa would do tonight.

*Will it hurt?

Is he really not going to sleep all night?

Is Harsa going to do it softly or brutally?

Ohh..Www*..!

Just imagine making him rustle and his skin bristles. He sighed and smiled looking back at the sexy woman in the mirror.

Tonight really she will turn into a mature woman, not a girl anymore. She would completely surrender herself to her husband.

Her husband who was waiting for her on the edge of the bed while looking at the mobile phone screen, immediately stopped the activity in order to look at her.

Harsa stepped closer to her who was standing quite keeping her distance from the bed with her fingers squeezing the edges of the lingerie.

"Beautiful.very pretty.." Harsa grabbed her chin and kissed it at a glance.

"Beautiful.." Harsa again said the compliment, then buried the handsome face on him.

Soft kisses turn into ******* which gets deeper and more demanding. Harsa seemed not to want to give him a little pause to fill his lungs for a while.

Harsa's sharp eyes stared fixedly at every inch of his body that was already on the bed, of course under the absolute power of Harsa.

Harsa's gaze grew more and more a longing gaze and began to sayu, as if he was unable to wait any longer.

Harsa squeezed and tightened her body. The lips again sip her skin which makes her fall asleep. But suddenly he sensed that something was down there that was starting to rush in.

"Look at me baby.look at me.." Harsa cupped her face as she raised her head and closed her eyes, as if scared and wanting to pull away to finish it all.

"Trust me..! Relax dear, hold it.." Harsa's brief kiss on her forehead made her able to reduce her fear.

"Slowly.." his his his hiss gripped tightly onto the sturdy shoulder of her husband.

Indeed he could not bear to scream when his body felt split, even though Harsa did it very gently.

Harsa curled her lips as she screeches started to slightly turn into a scream.

"Sorry baby.sorry.." Harsa stroked the top of her head and chose to be quiet for a moment, then just started moving slowly and gently.

Her misty eyes saw the smile rising on her husband's lips moving over her trying to create happiness for both of them.

Harsa is really experienced for this kind of business, so he managed to make his head become dizzy and wanted to blow something down there.

"Mas..." her groan grasped tightly the bed sheet as if trying to find a handle of course who published a grin on her husband's lips with an increasingly crazed movement.

But it turns out that her husband did not want to leave her alone to scream, until finally they exploded together followed by the collapse of Harsa's body on it.

With her hunting breath she tried to push the large body of her husband.

"Mas, heavy.." whined, then Harsa supported the sturdy body with both elbows and remained still on it.

"Thank you dear.you're mine ! You're getting prettier and more exciting when you're wet gini.." Harsa swept her sweaty forehead with those sturdy fingers. But his lips cut, then smiled shyly.

Hansa stood up and cleaned them both. This time he felt helpless, his body felt very weak. Then her husband enveloped their bodies and mengbawaanya into a soothing warm embrace.

"Rest first." whispered Harsa by stroking her hair.

Wait, her husband said 'in the past', signifying that these nights will turn into long, hot nights for both of them.

Oh my God, just once his body was crumbling like this. How are you all night awake?

But he tried to close his eyes when tired and drowsiness began to whack, when else would he rest if not now?

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