The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Restrained by Phone Drying

Once they reached their unit, Abraham took Marsha's hand and took her into his apartment. Abraham's apartment is quite luxurious, only it is only a square room that becomes their space of movement. However, for Marsha, this unit meant a lot because this was where she could learn to live a second time with Abraham.

Just closing the door, Abraham quickly jerked Marsha's hand. Carrying his wife's body on the wall right behind the door. Without waiting for time, Abraham squeezed Marsha's body on the wall. Without needing to ask for permission again, Abraham then eroded the distance of his face that is only an inch, and began to land warm kisses on the lips of Marsha.

As if impatient as it felt, with a roaring chest, Abraham landed a kiss, pagutan, to lu-matan on the lips of Marsha. Sucking the upper crease and lower crease of the lips are so sweet and sweet it by giving a similar pressure. Melt out those lips and smash them a little quickly. Not only that, Abraham greeted the lips with a warm and wet rub.

It did not take long, the sound of a crack filled the entire apartment unit. The couple both enjoyed a lip game that was equally intoxicating. When the lips meet with the lips to produce an intense pagutan and also soft. The two seemed unrelenting to suck, mutually melu-mat, and fondle each other.

A warm kiss-clad seduction that managed to produce a groan from aunt Marsha.

"Ah," de-sah Marsha with her arms around Abraham's neck.

Marsha admitted in her heart that she was late, even drifting in a wave that occurred because of Abraham's kiss.

Abraham's hand moved and gave a caress to the side of Marsha's face. The caress is so soft, and as if combing the surface of Marsha's facial skin. While the other hand releases the sling bag that is still circular on Marsha's shoulder. Throw it originally to the floor. Then the hand began to give a palpation on Marsha's arm, rubbing Marsha's stomach that had been so bloated, and even the hand infiltrated behind the shirt that Marsha was wearing, giving a swab on her back.

Not only Marsha who mende-Sahah, the same as Abraham who really ignited that afternoon. It feels like climbing the peak of romance together with Marsha. Of course, Abraham would do it slowly given Marsha's gestational age.

Abraham's lips now stretched from his collarbone to the collarbone of Marsha, providing a warm, wet trail there. Opening his lips slightly, Abraham bit Marsha's neck and sucked it. The shock that produced the pain made Marsha rustle. The woman sighed with her eyes closed.

“Mas,” says Marsha with gasping breath.

“Hmm, what Shayang,” said Abraham who was still at home lingering down the neckline of Marsha.

Just as Abraham was about to leave another red mark on the neck, Marsha quickly shook her head.

“Do not in the neck, Mas .. look later,” reply.

“At other place well?” reply Abraham by pulling the t-shirt worn by Marsha, so that it looks peach pops with lace light blue. Seeing this alone made Abraham dark.

Marsha could no longer answer, could only close her eyes and feel the exposure for the sake of exposure that made her body temperature rise drastically. Abraham lowered his head, then the man began to land a kiss and a wet trail in a pop of Marsha peaches. Giving temptation through his tongue. Until finally, Abraham opened his mouth a little, and bit on a peach pop of Marsha's increasingly filled. Sucking it deep, accompanied by a screech of Marsha and a squeeze of the woman in Abraham's hair.

“Hh, Mas,” pekik Marsha. Marsha buried Abraham's face in his chest. I don't know how many red traces Abraham left in the area. Marsha no longer cared, all Marsha cared about was her self who could no longer stand up. His legs were suffocating, but Abraham was unrelenting to tease him.

When Abraham's naughty hands were about to pull the peach out of his container, Abraham's phone suddenly rang. Both stopped, Marsha tidied her hair, and slowly opened her eyes, but Abraham was still in a half-down position. Really, the ringing of the cellphone just disrupted the hot event along with his wife.

When Abraham's hand wanted to infiltrate and caress his wife's peaches, Abraham's phone rang again. This time Abraham growled and straightened her body, with Marsha pushing her husband's chest.

“Received first,” reply Marsha.

Abraham nodded his head, “Ganggu aja anyway .. when he wanted it,” reply Abraham by pointing to Marsha's property with a variety of red traces in his popping. The red trail is so contrasting with the skin of Marsha is so white.

“Udah, sana ... accepted first, greet know important,” reply Marsha.

Abraham nodded his head, the man scrunched his forehead at the incoming name and was trying to call out to him.

“Pak Bos Belva,” murmured. Abraham immediately shifted the green phone icon on his screen, and spoke to the person who was calling him.

About five minutes later Abraham spoke by phone, after which, Abraham returned to Marsha who had sat on the sofa and put her shirt back on.

“Next 'Shayang?” ask Abraham later.

Marsha quickly shook her head, “Nggak ... later that night,” responded by leaning her head on Abraham's shoulder.

“Who was Mas?” ask Sara then.

“Oh, that .. Mr. Belva, her husband was one of the models who died. I often photograph first,” reply Abraham. “I have a job to photograph his son's birthday party. You want to come?” abraham to his wife.

“Emang can I come?” ask Marsha later.

“By aja, just yes me while working yes .. wait for me if you want?” return Abraham again.

“Bby deh .. Let's meet a lot of people and see the kids. Than in the unit. I'm coming, Mas,” reply Marsha.

“Iya, can. When yuk, buy a gift for his son Mr. Belva first. Let us not come empty-handed,” reply Abraham.

Marsha agreed. It will be her first experience following her husband who takes the job of taking pictures.