The Charm of Mas Jaka

Derit Bed Jaka

"Yes, already. Neng Dara rest first yes, but do not sleep first because the mas want to worship the same you," pinta Jaka who again pinched the wrath of the wife's cheek.

The young man then put a fleeting kiss on his wife's thin lips. Yes, really fleeting because the name Jaka was again called by his friends who were acutely aglek.

"Ck," degraded Jaka. "It's a great deal of patience, anyway, they!" his gerrick.

Dara just smiled. "Here," threw Dara away in a soft voice, which made Jaka's steps even harder to leave him alone in the room.

Knowing the husband was still sculpting, Dara then moved and led her husband to the door of the room. Not to forget, Dara gave a kiss gift a glimpse on the cheek of the husband.

"Kok on the cheek tho, Neng," protested Jaka.

"The others later," replied Dara who immediately closed the door of the room, after Jaka came out of his room.

Dara immediately opened her hijab, but then put it back on. 'Better, I take ablution first. So later if they are home, we can immediately pray, ' muttered Dara, who again opened the room door to go to the back.

From the direction of the living room, Jaka had seen a shadow of Dara and the young man with a sharp nose immediately following his wife.

"Neng, what do you want?" jaka asked attentively.

"Because of wudhu, Mas. Dara wait, yeah. We will pray together," replied Dara.

Jaka nodded while smiling.

Jaka waited outside the many room, when the wife went inside to abode. Afterwards, Jaka accompanies Dara's steps to return to the room.

"Wait for me, yeah. Mas won't be long," pinta Jaka, who immediately came out to meet his spirits.

While in the room, Dara immediately removed the hijab and then changed clothes with a transparent nightgown that she had prepared, to give the most beautiful memories for the husband on the first night of the two of them.

Jaka's cute wife then wears a fragrance on her body, polishes thin lipstick on her lips and then combs her hair while mirroring in front of a mirror that is not how wide, which is attached to the side of the room window.

"Perfect," murmured Dara praising herself. "Mas Jaka would have liked it" he added with a smile.

Dara then sat down on the bed, leaning her head against the headboard of the bed, and began to open her phone, looking for articles about the first night.

Dara continued to scroll down the screen of the phone, to find the information she needed. A thin smile was on Dara's lips, when her net caught the title of the article that she thought was interesting.

In the middle of reading an article, suddenly his phone was taken by someone. Dara looked up, her net was adrift on the netra of the husband who was currently looking at her with a longed-for look.

"Mas, when do you get in? How come Dara didn't hear the door opening?" asked Dara who was wrong because the husband kept looking at her.

Jaka did not reply, the young man's gaze then descended toward the chest, making Jaka jakun go up and down.

"Are they home, huh?" ask Dara again, to unravel Jaka's gaze on her.

"Yes, expelled by the same mother," replied Jaka with a smile, recalling how Mak Karti had expelled his friends by scaring that at the end of the road to Jaka village, Jaka, last night Mak Karti saw a pocong sighting.

Reach it, Jaka's friends who are absurd but timid are immediately saying goodbye because they do not want to meet the same pocong that must be creepy.

"Kok Mas, smile?" ask Dara.

Getting such a look, made Dara even more misbehaving. "Mas Jaka has ablution, hasn't he?" ask Dara to cover up her nervousness.

"Already, Neng," replied Jaka, who was still scanning the curves of the wife.

"Mas, please step aside. Dara wants to take the mukena, "pinta Dara because the husband is standing right next to the bed.

Jaka who was impatient to immediately enjoy the sexy body of the wife, immediately gave way to his wife. The young man then held two prayer mats at the side of the bed for the two of them.

"It's ready, Neng," asked Jaka who was standing facing the Qibla, looking back.

"Already, Mas," replied Dara who was now wearing a clean white mukena, her wedding dowry.

Khusyuk they both do sunnah prayers, to start their first night as a couple.

After the greeting, Jaka leads the reading of the short wirid and then prays. Begging the Almighty, so that the household he built is always sadinah mawaddah warohmah.

Dara then kissed the back of the husband's hand with reverence, which Jaka replied by kissing the wife's forehead feeling full.

Dara had not had time to release the mucus, Jaka had made his body float by carrying and carrying it to the top of the bed.

"Mas ...," cried Dara held back in surprise.

Jaka then helps the wife release the mucus and store it with the origin of the mucus on the prayer mat, along with cocoa clothes and sheaths that he also releases, leaving only boxers.

Dara stared in awe at the muscular body of the husband, the muscles produced not from following fitness like most city youths, but from sports with friends in his village and from the hard work of Jaka who often helps his father in the rice fields.

Jaka then turned off the main light and replaced it with a sleeping lamp. "Are you ready to be my full-fledged wife, Neng?" ask Jaka.

Dara nodded with a smile looking at the eagle netra the husband.

"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant, Neng? While you're still in college?" ask Jaka again to make sure, so that there are no regrets later. Because, the two of them had not discussed it that far.

Dara shakes. "Become ready, Mas. Dara's wife Mas and Dara are not afraid to conceive a child from the seed of Mas Jaka," replied Dara confidently.

Jaka then kisses the top of Dara's head, while reciting the do'a to begin uniting the two of them.

Dara closed her eyes, as her husband began to kiss every inch of her face. Votes****** spoiled Dara began to fill their rooms that were not as spacious, when Jaka put his lips together and began to sip and provide warmth in there.

The spoiled voice, which increasingly makes Jaka more excited down every curve of the wife's body. Dara's tiny body controlled by Jaka's burly body that continues to move, stirring pleasure to make the wooden bed creak and make a sound that is quite loud.

The sound of the creaking of Jaka's bed that sounded noisy, suddenly made Dara push slowly the husband's chest to get away from his body. "Mas, the bed sounds," whispered Dara with red cheeks blushing with shame, worried if the noise they caused was heard by father and mother.

"It's okay, honey. Mak and father will not hear, he both must have slept," replied Jaka who still peppered his wife.

Dara shakes. "Don't, Mas," refused Dara. "Wait a little late at night, yes" she asked, caressing her husband's cheek.

Jaka was forced to stop the action, the young man was restoring rough hair out of frustration.

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