The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Behind the Full Moon Rays

A dark night illuminated by a full moon in the sky so late. It was like a beautiful evening for Marsha and Abraham to combine love. 

"Shayang, may I ask for my rights as your husband?" 

Abraham spoke with a voice that sounded low and deep. For the first time, Abraham asked for his right as a husband. 

Marsha's eyes slowly opened, Marsha looked at Abraham's face just a short distance from her face. Marsha nodded her head equally.

"May, please," said Marsha, embracing Abraham.

Marsha dared to answer, but she did not dare to look into Abraham's eyes at all. Heart palpitations. His palm suddenly turned cold. 

Abraham smiled, the man put a strand of Marsha's hair behind his ear, then his gaze now fell on Marsha's lips that had swollen the bottom. His thumb moved and rubbed the folds of Marsha's lower lip. 

Abraham's face approached, and he immediately brought his lips back to greet Marsha's lips. This time Abraham with his hunting breath, Abraham again greeted Marsha's lips. Abraham hopes that his way of touching Marsha really proves his great love for Marsha. 

Abraham slightly lifted Marsha's chin with his thumb and index finger, he then sipped the folds of the upper lip and folds of Marsha's lower lip alternately. Then he slightly stuck out his tongue and began to sweep the sweet lips of Marsha. Really, it felt like Abraham became opium and always wanted to kiss Marsha's lips. 

"Ahh, Bram," de-sah Marsha as Abraham deepens his kiss. 

Abraham's palm even began to caress the side of Marsha's face so gently. While the other hand appears to be encircling Marsha's waist. 

Leaving Marsha's lips for a moment, Abraham then anchored his lip exploration to Marsha's neck area. Greet that neck with wet kisses there. 

Oh my God, Marsha seems to have to hold her breath, because right now she's really like an extinguished incandescent light bulb. Abraham's lips there completely shrunk and left wet traces. Not stopping there, Abraham slightly opened his mouth, and bit the neck area, sipping it deeply. The resulting pain made Marsha gripped Abraham's shoulder, "Ah, my God," ragged Marsha with increasingly closed eyes. 

Abraham smilingly stared at the reddish beam on Marsha's neck. The man then kissed Marsha's lips again, this time with a faster and deeper rhythm. 

Her hands moved to feel the back, thighs, and all the curves of femininity in Marsha's body. Even that one hand dared to palpate and give a squeeze in Marsha's chest area. 

Ah, Marsha is really limp at the moment. The sensation of Abraham's touch in his chest area really made him de-righteous. 

"Hhh, Bram," the de-Sahan that again came out of Marsha's lips. 

"Don't arrest Shayangku, keep going" Abraham said this time by trying to open one by one the pajama buttons worn by Marsha. 

No need to wait a long time, Abraham had managed to take off the pajamas. The man then smiled looking at the top of Marsha's body, with the rest of the black lacy cloth wrapped around the peach that was so ripe. Abraham again fondled Marsha and squeezed the area of peaches with both hands. Right and left alternately, until finally Abraham brought out a soft and chewy peach from his container. His face dropped and kissed the area of peaches. Kiss after kiss, lu-matan for lu-matan, until the bite at the top of the peach that increasingly makes the peak more tense, wet, and shiny. 

When the lips suck, his hands fingered, picked, and played the peach to make Marsha de-Sah and puffed her chest. 

"Bus …."

Marsha's breath seemed to be restrained, how could Abraham fertilize it so gently, to make Marsha limb. The boundary of consciousness is gone. 

Feeling Marsha unable to survive, Abraham carried Marsha's body with the undressed upper area on the wedding bed. Abraham slowly put Marsha to sleep. Abraham then opened his pajamas which he was kind. Continue by passing her second remaining outfit. 

What a beautiful sight in Abraham's eyes. White skin is clean, with every side of the feminist plastered there. Abraham opened Marsha's thighs, brought her face closer and swept the valley below with her tongue. 

A tongue sweep that destroys Marsha's consciousness. The woman moved chaotic with breathless, de-legitimate accompanied by rags that made Marsha really float. 

"Geez, Bram," she tried to keep Abraham's face away from the essence of his body 

However, Abraham precisely dispels Marsha's hand, "Enjoy Shayang …."

Marsha's body shook, as she felt something coming out from the essence of her body. 

Seeing Marsha had gotten her release, Abraham then reopened Marsha's thighs. He's pulled out his remains in Marsha's core. 

"Marsha" called Abraham, closing his eyes. 

The sensation of unification for the second time was absolutely devastating for Abraham. The remembrance and clutches of Marsha's heavenly cup that left her shrouded in the mist of desire. 

Abraham held both of Marsha's waists and moved gently. The asductive movement that seemed to go out and in, unsheathing and raining made Marsha repeatedly scream and urge. His legs were limp, but Abraham was still eager to stomp his waist. Plagues within. 

"Oh, Marsha ...," Abraham raved this time. 

A sensation that really darkens the eyes. This time, Abraham increased his speed. It was fast and fast, until his body was sweating violently. Creating a sensation of clay and wet. 

"Ah, Shayang .. gosh," Abraham raved again 

Sensing Abraham's truly intoxicating induction, Marsha actually carried both of her legs around Abraham's waist, in fact this position actually made Abraham slam in. He's closing up his body with Marsha's. Abraham lowered his face and gave temptation to Marsha's peaches. It was as if Abraham was really sowing opium this time.

"Ah, Marsha" said Abraham accompanied by a growl there. 

As if no longer able to survive, Abraham finally spewed liquid from his navel into the heavenly cup of Marsha. Both bodies were shaking violently. 

The second intoxicating experience. This time there was no forbidden desire. This time there are only two lovers who combine romance to the top behind the full moon beam wrapped in nik-ma-tan. 

"I love you, Marsha ... love you very much" Abraham said with the body of Marsha.

Unite in beautiful harmony. It was an official ceremony of the two that had validated the relationship in a single paragraph of agreement binding Marsha and Abraham in marriage. Because, there is no more beautiful story than a cohesive match, in harmony with the charm of the moon that seems to be a witness to their love.