The Ojek That's My Soul

Forgive bang jago!(21+)

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The two men seemed to catch their breath, which was like running a marathon. Fatimah looked at the man who had entered her, twice this morning. What a wonderful sensation he can feel right now. Unlike, with when the first time, because the union just now does not leave pain and sore again. It was like he was drunk on her. Until strange sounds, which had never been created from his vocal cords, could come out so freely from both his lips. Leave a tinge of shame, on the face of the Arab mixture betawi.

"Why didn't you hold it back, make it a shame..aaaaa!"

As a result, the girl who finally was no longer the girl, covered her entire face with a blanket.

"Why are they closed." Rojali pulled the cloth down, and passed through Fatimah's chest. Makes her scream reflex.

"Aaaack...! Yeah, brother shit!" his surprise was because his upper plain body was exposed again.

"Abang, have you seen it too, why are you shouting?" god Rojali tried to lower again, the edge of the blanket held tightly by his adorable wife.

"Well, yeah! Brother, sana deh, it's been twice, now free me!" fatimah protests with her increasingly adorable sulking style for the man on it.

Rojali just curled her sweet smile, which turned out to be that smile, had managed to make that reddish hue burst from both cheeks of Fatimah.

"Emang there's his bates huh? hmm." seductive guy gondrong it, even now added with a touch around the cheek.

"Yeah, uh... Adek want to take a bath," said Fatimah who had begun to get carried away. It sounds from his voice.

"Yes, this abis, Abang promise deh, we will take a bath," Rojali told the beautiful figure that is now under his confinement.

"Huh, my brother asked again, why is he not tired anyway? my body wants to break this, huhu..."

"Want to take a shower now, I'm also a laper! From the work continues but not in the table," Fatimah's scolding with lips raised, very funny in Rojali's eyes.

"Yes, this abis, Cup! Love you good food, Cup!" rayu Rojali on the sidelines of his stolen kiss.

"Emang, it can not be so, later again, this body is already sticky all.", proposed Fatimah, trying to negotiate with her powerful husband. Although his heart refused, the response of the body betrayed him. Although he also wanted it, but his body also needed intake, in order to replace all his energy that had been drained since dawn. That's logic.

However, why is his body even like a worm in the salt sow. Wonderful?

Until now the sun has crawled up, they are still wrestling on this shapeless bed.

"But the doi has been standing since. Good boy, hemm?" Rojali continued to launch attacks after attacks despite the rejection sentence continuing to come out of the sexy lips of the wife. His stomach was also hungry, but his strength seemed endless, he wanted to continue feeling the sensation of pleasure that he had just felt for the rest of his life. He was so crazy and greedy for the wife's body. Once he feels the center of his core is embedded the first time. He could not resist the surge that was now coming again, by bringing heatstroke to every joint of his body.

The body of the makeup below her wriggling uncharacteristically, when her fingers continued to dance playing something soft and fitting in the grasp of her hand. Occasionally he stroked the light brown shoot plan, small and funny shape. Withdrawing his desire to immerse himself there. Now his tongue is playing around, making the owner mess up and moving more wildly. Fatimah grabbed the freely unraveling hair, as her sensual lips sipped to leave a trail, which would not disappear in the next few days. Rojali raised his head, grabbing the lips that had just let out a sigh and a groan that made the excitement of his desire even more passionate.

At the beginning with a light kiss, however, Fatimah who had been covered with heat all over her body, returned the attack wildly, even she was clever in twisting and sucking.

Rojali let go of the link, making the owner of the naturally blushing plum, growl.

"Abaaang.., ekhmm..," the sigh escaped from Fatimah's lips uncensored. He really couldn't hold it. After all, the walls of this room are soundproof, right?

Well, they are free to scream even shrill.

Rojali came down and sipped a white and smooth neck. Previously, because now there are many traces of blackish red that he created there.

Then, he immediately positioned the soldiers in front of the enemy fortress. Fatimah who is still not used to seeing the soldier standing up straight with mighty, until there are veins along his body. He closed his eyes, and breathed when the soldier's head hit the fortress, though it was torn but still a little difficult. Until, requiring several times of encouragement, finally the head and body of the gallant soldier, perfectly immersed.

A successful sighing groan came from Fatimah, when Rojali pumped himself slowly. When the surge is getting higher, until the body temperature rises, and creates sweat grains, united to the body that sticks without gaps. The up and down movement is getting faster.

Rojali felt that he was at the end of his limit, as well as the woman under his power.

" Yes, Iaaangg...!"

"Ough...!"

The long-haired man, incubating deliciously, until his body bounces like a wolf who is howling. Aaa..puuu...!

"Thank you... Cups!" A brief kiss landed smoothly on that also smooth and slippery forehead. Rojali, who was satisfied, let go of the point, then rose from the bed that became a silent witness of his hot romance.

He covered the plain body with a blanket, because the owner of the body was already lying helpless. How not, since dawn yesterday until the day went by, his wife was continuously pounded by him.

(You go too far, Bang!)

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After the couple cleaned themselves.

Now when they fill the empty hull since dawn.

Restores energy and stamina that has been drained.

Here, the couple spent the rest of their day Merecharge protein and carbohydrate intake. The breakfast that was rapped up with that lunch, went peacefully and shahduly. Until it only sounds the clang of the spoon that collides with the plate only. Fatimah had a brief glance at the man before her, who was putting on a rancid face without her sin.

How annoying!

Why can't I resist her charm anyway?

Ahhe...Bang Rojalis!

This senut-senut adek...,

Don't hold me accountable, mak mao kaboorr....!!

Just info, this story wants to end.

Tomorrow's the last chapter.

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