The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Longing Phrases

After finishing eating, Mira lapse a few minutes this time asking her Papa to accompany her to sleep. It was all also because he felt his father was working more than half a day this time. When Abraham put Mira to sleep, Marsha chose to relax in her room. Surf with his phone and also occasionally look at social media only.

Almost half an hour passed, and now Abraham had entered back into Marsha's room, and took his place by his wife's side.

"Mas" said Marsha as soon as her husband returned.

"Yes Shayangku .. What are you doing?" ask Abraham.

"Main-play the same mobile phone only Kok Mas," he replied by showing his cellphone and indeed Marsha is playing with his social media now.

"Who were you doing this everyday? Tumben cook Spaghetti .. You usually cook it Indonesian Food," replied Abraham.

"Yes, that was a request from his daughter Papa tuh .. would masakin Spaghetti because he heard the children's song title Pasta Song. All day singing this song."

Pasta, pasta, pasta everywhere!

Pasta, pasta, pasta you can share!

There's Spagehtti, Ravioli, Fettucchine or Bowtie!

Everywhere pasta!

It's up to you, which do you like?

Marsha sings the children's song, and Abraham listens to it with a slow chuckle. Funny listening. His wife, who used to sing pop songs, now sings children's songs.

"Pinter he's Shayang" replied Abraham.

Marsha nodded her head, "Rather than she's bored and looking for her Papa. Yes already, cooking class with his mother only," replied Marsha.

Abraham nodded his head as well, "I'm glad Mira grew up healthy and pinter. At his age he had memorized the songs of English children one verse was very good. If you know later my son can go to college abroad," replied Abraham.

"Is it okay if Mira is going to study abroad tomorrow?" ask Marsha.

"Maybe .. let him achieve his dream. Thank goodness later his partner wants to support and support him," replied Papa Abraham.

"Just like you always support me" Marsha replied.

Abraham smiled, then on the bed. He asked Marsha to sit on his lap. "This is Shayang .. I miss .. here," he said, patting his thigh and asking Marsha to sit on his thigh, on his lap.

Following what her husband wanted, Marsha sat on her husband's lap, her hands draped beautifully around Abraham's neck.

"Why Mas?" tanyakanya.

"Kangen" replied Abraham who felt the side of Marsha's face, and then his thumb and index finger clasped Marsha's chin there.

So slowly, and pruning a definite distance, Abraham then sprinkled kiss after kiss on the lips of Marsha. With two pairs of eyes still looking at each other, in a gaze that seemed to stab into the heart, Abraham then tilted his face a little, and then he opened his mouth to be able to give a suction for the sake of suction, lu-matan for lu-matan on the lips of Marsha. Up to two pairs of eyes that were previously open, slowly dimmed.

The two lips that met also greeted each other in a warm and wet impression. In such a deep suction and also in a soul-stirring swipe. In every suction and lu-matan, there is de-saw and screech in the throats of both. Deepening, Abraham kissed and fondled, the more powerful the grip of Marsha's hand on her husband's shoulder.

"I miss you Shayang" said Abraham, speaking right before Marsha's lips.

A little bit pulled his face, then Abraham looked at Marsha with the folds of his lower lip that had been swollen there. "Do you want to miss tonight?" tanyakanya. 

"Hmm, yes," she replied. 

Abraham smiled meaningfully there, and he again clenched Marsha's lips. His lips were so deep, his tongue was greeting so wet. With just a kiss, Marsha was completely consumed. Coupled with the increasingly guerrilla hands of Abraham and also stroked the curves of femininity in his body. Nevertheless, Abraham will be careful and put forward the comfort of Marsha who is pregnant. 

More in Abraham's kiss, now Marsha's hand just pulled on the shirt worn by Abraham, making her husband appear shirtless in front of him. In Abraham's lap, with such intimate closeness, Marsha could already feel her husband's legacy being so hardened. Coupled with the friction of the two bodies, Marsha could really feel a very absolute turn on state. 

As if to satisfy the desire of her husband who claimed to miss. This time, Marsha slowly descended from her husband's lap. Then, she released thread after thread on her husband's body. He saw an upright heirloom standing. Marsha grasped it, moving it up and down. Abraham, who was mad with his face turned and de-Sahan who felt the man really felt pleasure. More delicious, when there was a wet and warm greeting from Abraham's tongue and oral cavity that made him growl. 

"Oh, Shayang."

Unbearable pleasure, the touching pleasure from the crown of the head to the tip of his feet. Delighted, and amazing. Those are the two words that Abraham feels today. 

Don't want to let Marsha work hard alone. As Abraham resuscitated himself, he pulled Marsha's face from down there. The man kissed Marsha's lips there, and then laid Marsha's body by previously making the wife an absolute plain before her. 

Beautiful circle of tempting peaches, Abraham greeted with a warm mouth cavity. Suck it. Ulcate. Giving small bite after bite at its peak. 

"Mas ... Oh, Mum!" 

Marsha moves agitatedly where she feels her husband's mouth give a bite at the top until it really stiffens and sparkles. Marsha's hand squeezed Abraham's hair, and she even buried her husband's face in his chest. Marsha squealed, as the bite changed****** that made a squirm. 

He felt adrift in the storm of pleasure when Abraham invaded the valley below with his tongue. The warm, wet tongue sweeps completely ravaged the valley. Make it wet. De-sahan Marsha and his screeches actually made Abraham so excited there. 

"Uh, Mum!"

Marsha's body stiffened, her blood as if she was rustling violently and the sensation of a storm that made her reach the peaks of pleasure. 

Abraham leaned back on the headboard of his bed, and he asked Marsha to sit on his lap again. 

"On my lap, dear ... so as not to press your stomach" he said. 

According to. Marsha was slowly sitting on her husband's lap, previously uniting the standing heirloom into her heavenly cup so warm, wet, and tight. 

The humidity level blends perfectly with the increasingly slippery rain of the Heirloom moving, piercing, raining, and solid in forward and backward movements. There was Abraham's hand squeezing a beautiful circle in front of his eyes, eyes that sometimes opened to be a sign that this beauty and pleasure are real. Coupled with the dipping of Marsha's hand on her shoulder and the clutches of the heavenly cup that were really intoxicating. 

"Wisdom Darling .. gosh! You are this wise!"

Abraham raved, mende-sah, with eyes completely covered in mist. Real beautiful. However, Abraham knew that his threshold was nearing. He stabbed so hard from below, his lips moved and gave a bite on Marsha's neck, sucking it up to a red mark. 

Accompanied by a seductive movement that is increasingly chaotic. Until Marsha whines and whines there. Even with Abraham who really felt pleasure. 

"Until Shayang .. I arrived."

"I'm .. too, Mas."

To the limit, both of them actually exploded. A body that vibrates violently and sweat that gives the impression of being clayy and wet. On her husband's lap, Marsha closed her eyes so tightly, scratching her face between her husband's neck and chest with such a tight hug. It was incredible, an explosion that made both of them break apart.