The Love Of Aurora

Part 137's

"Aaaaaarrh........."

The long sigh came out of favor from the mouth of a man who had just finished his hot play, as the fluid of his seedling gushed into the womb of the woman who had given him matchless heavenly pleasure. Even this was the third time the man played his role which always ended with the release of pleasure from him as well as from the weak sighing woman who was still under his confinement.

Zayn's entire body was covered in sweat, and so was Ara. His wife's face was so deep. Smells both cheeks, peeping his forehead for so long, his lips did not escape he fondness.

"Thank you, baby," he said happily, still not want to change his position that keeps his woman so positive.

Ara remained unmoved. He felt very embarrassed and wanted to immerse his face and body under the covers, if the blankets were not lying on the floor due to their brutal actions just now.

Zayn grinned proudly. He did not think at all if his wife was impressed so resigned when he had invited him to unboxing again. Although there was actually no word of approval from him earlier, but the movement of his body that could not resist Zayn's naughty actions that made the woman jump repeatedly.

Now they can be said to be a real married couple. Serving each other as their respective rights, also undergoing delicious activities that can be recorded as a field of worship for the married couple.

"I-I'm going to the bathroom." Ara made a weak voice, she slightly pushed her husband's chest down so that he would no longer hold it.

Zayn turned to look at the bathroom, then turned to look back at his wife who clearly looked very tired.

The man shifted his body, sat on the edge of his bed, and then extended a hand to Ara.

"Here I help," he said again, and then immediately pulled Ara's hand because he did not immediately welcome his hand.

"I can do it myself" said Ara. He also sat on the edge of his bed.

"Related?" Zayn looked at his wife's innocent body again, making the owner of the body immediately cover it with both hands crossed on the chest.

The man chuckled amusedly at the behavior of his wife who was still timidly stared at like that by him. Slowly Zayn's outstretched hand rubbed the top of Ara's head, then brought the innocent body into his arms.

"I love you Aurora. Love you more," he said, still in his position hugging the positive body of his wife.

Ara looked up her head, stared fixedly at Netra Zayn and then revealed her sweet smile to the man who had just given her peerless pleasure.

"I love you too, mas Zayn," he replied, still in a timid fashion.

The man immediately frowned. She should be happy that Ara has been willing to call her by a common name like most wives call her husband. And of course it also raises a question mark in the mind of Ara. Is there something wrong with my words?

"Don't call me mas!" he said he disagreed.

"Then? What do I call you?"

"Anything. Just don't mas." Zayn really didn't like the name.

Ara broke her embrace. She turned to cupping her husband's cheek with both hands, and gave him a lightning kiss on the man's sekzi.

"The term mas is similar to the word gold. You know gold, right? Gold is a piece of jewelry that is in great demand by every woman. Even so appreciated and always make all women's eyes sparkle because it attracts the gold. You are like that too, Mom. I always expected you, wanted you, you were the only one who was precious and able to make my eyes glare that could no longer turn my face to other men."

Zayn sighed resignedly. Whatever the parable of his wife, still makes him not too happy with the title.

"Dear." Ara shook Zayn's arm slowly.

Instantly, the look on Zayn's face began to sparkle hearing other names from his wife.

"That's better than the name mas," he said with a smile.

"Why don't you really like me calling you Mas?" Ara had been overwhelmed by her husband's objections to the name.

Zayn pulled Ara's body, laid her back on a shabby bed due to activities that drained her energy and sweat.

"You call Hanung mas. Then what's the difference between me and Hanung?"

"You're jealous of Hanung?" Ara slightly chuckled when she heard Zayn's confession earlier.

"Not really. I am not jealous of him at all. Hanung is not my rival. He dared to take you from me. All I have to do is watch out for is Keanu."

Ara nodded for a moment. She looked back at her husband's net. Then a second later he leaned his face closer to Zayn's face and without hesitation began the kiss on Zayn's lips and the man greeted him so deeply.

"Don't talk about Keanu. As long as I am yours, then I will always be loyal to you" said Ara when she had released herself from the page she started.

"Ofluuuuh.... So sweet my wife." Zayn tries to steal the kiss again but is immediately avoided by Ara.

Feeling rejected, the man kept trying to get back. Now they are like children who joke around avoiding gunfire, complete with their giggling laughter that echoes in the room.

"Dear." Zayn called again.

"Hmm?"

"Aren't you tired?" He asked, rolling his eyes back.

Ara scowled for a moment. She knew what her husband meant.

"It's hard again, how's dong?" The man began to snort mischievously at the niche of his wife's neck.

"I'm tired, Mas. My back still hurts."

After the three-round struggle that they exceeded earlier, it certainly made Ara's body exhausted and still felt weak. Surprisingly, why is that guy still okay? Though the pumping movement was quite nimble and energetic. Makes the woman groan favourably due to the release that comes out repeatedly.

Especially now that the core center feels sore and slightly throbbing, the effect has never been used again for approximately four years.

"I helped with the massage?"

Not the body of the other part of the man was incandescent, but the two twin mounds that he brake mas mas mas.

"Buffet.... This is what you want!" Ara slightly parried Zayn's hand from her dad@nya.

"Can ya? Yep... Yeah.." whining again, like a little boy who lacks Susssu mimicry.

"No!" The woman still rejected him in a soft voice.

"Huuu....." The man began to pucker his lips.

"Yes already. He said he was going to the bathroom?" Behind his manoeuvre it stored a sneaky mode again there.

Ara moving fast. He did not want to linger anymore with the condition of his body that is still plain without a thread. Slowly the woman lowered her legs from the bed, grimacing slightly as it felt pulsating from the center of her core.

Hap.

Instantly Zayn carried his wife's body in his car in a bridalstyle style.

"Mas!"

"Calm down, I just want to help you walk" he said, bringing him into his bathroom.

Want to know what happened back there? Of course the answer you already know, right? If anyone does not know, you are free to guess how. Wokey readers😉

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