The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 64

Ibra suddenly lowered her head and brought her face closer to Ayleen's. Ayleen was shocked and lost his balance. His back fell on the bed, making his position on his back in front of Ibra. had not been able to wake up, Ibra had already bent his body and wrapped it with both arms.

Ibra's face was very close, making Ayleen groggy. He looked to the side to avoid the man's gaze. But apparently, Ibra didn't let him do that. The man rubbed his cheeks gently then positioned his face to look at her. For a while, the two looked at each other with their hearts pounding.

"You're beautiful, Ay," praised Ibra. "Never turn your face in front of me. I want to continue enjoying your face. Especially after my shady mountains due to a week can not look at you. Let me look at you to the satisfaction." Ibra peeked at every inch of Ayleen's face. Enjoying the beauty of God's creation that is currently halal for him. The distance of their faces was very close, to the point that as Ibra spoke, Ayleen could feel the man's breath.

"Ck," Ibra clucked after a moment of staring at Ayleen.

"Why?" Ayleen panicked, afraid that something on his face would make Ibra ilfeel.

"I don't think I'll ever be satisfied looking at you. I want to keep looking at you and keep looking at you. The woman who has made me fall in love again and again every time."

Ayleen's face flushed hearing Ibra's praise. Thousands of butterflies are tickling his stomach right now.

Seeing the woman below him shyly, Ibra could no longer hold back. Scraping the distance between them until the lips are both attached. Ayleen's eyes reflexed shut. But instead of******** like his reflection he felt, the wet lips and gulp were even away.

"Ashar's time is running out. I'll take a shower." Ibra re-stands her body.

Ayleen who just opened his eyes, was made to gawk because of her husband's actions. Moreover, seeing Ibra's smile that seemed satisfied after successfully working on it, made Ayleen even more upset. She thought she'd feel the first kiss, uh.it turns out to be just a lip stick, in PHP.

Ibra walked towards the bathroom, but did not go straight in, stopping near the door while looking at Ayleen. "Would you take a shower?"

"Males," said Ayleen while crossing with pursed lips forward.

Ibra could not help but laugh. Get in the bathroom whistling and then shut the door.

Ayleen undressed and changed into a knee-length dress. Sitting in front of the dressing table while trying to remove his own bun.

"Darling, get a towel" cried Ibra from the bathroom. He thought there was a towel in the bathroom, but there was nothing there.

"Take it yourself," said Ayleen with a knotty smile. He was happy to have succeeded in replying to Ibra.

The sound of the bathroom door being opened, then the head of Ibra looked up from the inside. "Ambilin dong gorgeous," woo Ibra.

"I'm busy."

"The doang banging."

Ayleen, who was deliberately replying to Ibra, did not want to reply.

"I'm out wearing nothing if you don't want to take it" Ibra threatened.

"Can't wear those shorts."

"Ogah, mine is clean, I'm sterilin, I want to wear dirty pants earlier, dirty again dong. Ambilin yes, dear."

Ayleen just flicked his lips while continuing to remove the small black pinch that was around his bun. He believes that if forced, Ibra will wear back her drawer pants earlier.

"Do you really want to see this?"