The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Quality Time

The whole day was spent by Abraham to look after Mira. Even the young Papa seemed to be carrying Mira more all day. Mama Diah who saw Abraham who had risen again felt so happy.

"Thank God, Abraham has recovered. Mama knew that it was not easy for Abraham to accept everything. However, thank goodness ... Abraham is now happy again, all this thanks to you, Sha," said Mama Diah.

"No, Ma .. it's because Mas Abraham is a strong and tough man. Since birth, Mas Abraham has been determined by God to be a strong figure and can face various circumstances" replied Marsha.

Mama Diah then smiled at her daughter-in-law, "One of Abraham's sources of strength is you, Sha. When he falls, there are you who strengthen and motivate him. Thank you" said Mama Diah.

"Don't thank me, Ma. It is appropriate for a wife to be a support system for her husband. Marsha will continue to strive to support Mas Bram. As much as Marsha can," he replied.

The two looked smiling at Abraham who now seemed to invite Mira to chat. Marsha then looked at Mama, "Mama herself is it okay?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, there must be nothing, Sha. It's only possible because we haven't been together for decades, so it's kind of commonplace. Only, Mama had a shock," he replied.

Marsha then looked at Mama Diah, "If there is any story with Marsha, Ma. Maybe by telling stories, sharing, the burden on the heart will be more light," he said.

"Yes Sha ... Mama's good now. You always support Abraham. She's hard to trust in others, hard to share her feelings, but look at her being able to share anything with you. So, continue with Abraham," replied Mama Diah.

"Yes Ma ... Marsha will promise to always accompany Mas Bram. To be a commensurate and balanced life companion for Mas Bram" Marsha answered wholeheartedly.

Once night had come, and Mira was already asleep. It's time for Abraham and Marsha quality time together.

"I'm happy Mas, today you've been to your original form. Mira must be very happy, a day held a lot Papa," said Marsha opened a chat that night.

"I tried to get up Shayang. I feel guilty, for being busy arranging my heart until I've neglected Mira. I'm sorry," he replied.

Marsha then shook her head, "No need to apologize. However, everyone needs time to organize their hearts and minds. Now, it's happy, isn't it? Can rise?" ask Marsha.

"i will's. I'll try Shayang" Abraham replied.

Marsha then nodded and raised her thumb to her husband. "This is a powerful reason why I have always been proud of you, Mas. Difficult circumstances will not hit you, but you can find a way for every problem you face" Marsha replied.

Abraham smiled, "Let me recover, water my inner field Yang," he said.

God, it seems that this time Abraham did not mess around. After a week of fasting, Abraham apparently asked for his right.

Not answering, in fact Marsha actually cupped her husband's face with both palms. The woman eroded the distance of her face with her husband and anchored his lips, peeling the soft and supple surface of her husband's lips.

“Iya,” reply Marsha once has distanced her face distance.

Abraham smiled, not expecting his wife to grant what he asked. Marsha kissed her husband's lips again, pecked the surface of the lips until they both clucked, and swept her tongue across the lips. Sipping the folds of her husband's lips alternately up and down. The woman closed her eyes, as if she really wanted to enjoy her feelings this time for her husband.

The woman's hand moved that squeezed her husband's hair, touched the surface of her husband's ears slowly, the movement of her hands down and gently stroked Abraham's neck. Until he made the man lift his face up and let his wife play around on him.

Marsha inwardly smiled at the reaction her husband showed. The woman's lips slowly descended and landed wet and warm kisses on her husband's neckline, her hands guerrilla and peeling behind the t-shirt her husband wore. Groped her husband's square chest, touched her husband's sturdy back, and her lips again kissed Abraham's lips.

“Ah, Shayang .. you,” said Abraham with a sigh.

As if the way his wife held him, touched him, stroked him right now was fueling the fire in Abraham. The man wants to enjoy everything the wife does over her body.

Until finally Abraham's hand moved and touched Marsha's hand to the core of his body that had been completely stiffened, all kisses, all begging, all pagutans, all the touches given by his wife really make him hot cold right now.

Sighing her breath, Marsha asked her husband.

Abraham nodded, giving the woman complete access to do anything against him. Abraham leaned his back on the sofa and would enjoy all the actions that Marsha was taking.

Marsha dares to touch her husband's heirloom. Squeezing it slowly, his heart was pounding right now. However, his desire seemed to say to be able to do more. For that, Marsha again grasped the heirloom, moving it up and down. I can't tell how the husband reacted above.

Abraham got up, his hands moved quickly and precisely, and brought Marsha back to sit on his lap.

“It's enough, play it,” said Abraham later.

Both of them brought their lips to meet again, say hello, back to fencing, tasting, melu-mat, and kiss him more deeply. Both hands of Abraham, trying to lift the shirt worn by his wife, to make the shirt slip and Abraham immediately threw it. The man opened his eyes, when he saw the lace wrapping on his wife's chest area, a soft pink color. Unpermissioned, Abraham's hand squeezed the twin mound, pressed it slowly, one hand slipped behind Marsha's back to make the wrapper come off.

The man then took off the shirt he still used. Then he, stripped the remnants of the cloth attached to the bodies of the two. Abraham slightly raised Marsha's body, landing the woman's butt in his lap, over her thigh. Uniting the core of her two bodies, Marsha closed her eyes and squeezed her husband's hair.

“Ah, Mas,” de-sah at that time when felt the property of her husband who had pierced in as if hit the wall of her uterus. Marsha's wiggly fingers squeezed her husband's shoulders, and she scratched her face around her husband's neck.

Abraham brought his hand back down the soft skin of Marsha, felt it, gave touches that seemed to ignite the particles that made the body both more ignited, increasingly hot, and, and getting wet from the sweat that comes out just like that. Presents a clay and wet impression.

The man's lips moved and kissed the top of the peach, gave a sweep with his tongue, and gave small bites there. It does not take long, the peach peak was swollen and wet.

Marsha's waist moved following her instincts. In the forward and backward movement, he was getting more chaotic this time. Several times Marsha even moaned and increasingly gripped her husband's shoulder. Friction after friction that occurs makes both equally burned.

Marsha's body was curled sensually, in a desire that was vaguely felt as her husband's heirloom pressed down just below. Friction that is able to drain each gallon on his own body.

The woman bristled, as Abraham's fingers rolled down her skin, felt her thighs, and even toyed with her peaches. Both of them moved in a spark that seemed to be getting more and more embroidered.

Abraham was completely burned, until the man ceaselessly explored his wife's body. His fingers were busy twisting one peach, and his lips were devouring so greedily the other peach. Until the sighs repeatedly flowed from the lips of Marsha. The hot activity that actually burned both of them at this time.

“Ah, Mas .. I can't take it anymore,” the confession finally came out also from the lips of Marsha.

Yes, the woman felt that she had reached the limit of her defense. Can no longer be ignited by all the activities her husband does on her. This time, Marsha chose not to be a shy princess. Both are husband and wife. Her own husband had actually ignited her body with a surge, and had Marsha at her defensive limit.

Hearing the wife's confession, Abraham quickly moved, carrying Marsha in his arms, in his arms and laying her down. Abraham immediately overcame him.

“Shayang,” Abraham growled. Actually not only Marsha who ignited, himself also ignited.

The woman closed her eyes more and more as she felt the urge for the sake of insistence, blasphemy for the sake of blasphemy. The asductive movements that her husband made, going in and out, pressing and stabbing were absolutely heady.

Abraham opened his wife's legs. Placing himself right in the middle of it, directing his inheritance to the heavenly cup of his wife. Without warning, he entered.

Robust.

Deep.

Quick.

Stabbed until his vortex sank into his wife's heavenly cup. The tight, warm, clutches inside led Abraham to close his eyes several times, a feeling that made the man lose his mind. Abraham finally realized that he could not survive any longer.

So Abraham growled, clutching Marsha's body with his hand. Until finally the chaotic and blasphemous movement of the seductives led Abraham to the abyss of endless pleasures. As the liquid of his love gushed in there, the man actually exploded, breaking out like sparks of fireworks with his fire flowers scattered in the sky.

Both of them are equally smashed, ignited by the burning love, and wrap both in the pleasure of love that they regrow together.