The Perfect Love

The perfect Love

...Happy reading...

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Rashad looked at his sleeping wife, smiling by gently stroking Jelita's hair. He still did not expect that Jelita was his now, but all the events that made the wife suffer made Rashad feel like a failure to be a sister and husband to Jelita.

Apologies may be endless for Jelita at this time but apologies are also not enough to restore Jelita's heart as it once was. However, Rashad will continue to try to make his wife smile and restore the happiness of his wife who was lost to him.

Jelita opened her eyes. And the first thing he saw was the face of the husband who was very close to him, both of them smiled slightly as they felt funny about what they were doing now.

"Why wake up hmm?" asked Rashad softly.

"Hope," Jelita replied in a slightly spoiled tone that made Rashad chuckle.

"You thirsty, honey?" rasyad asked with a smile and then he took a glass filled with clear water on the nightstand for his wife who often felt thirsty when sleeping.

Jelita received the glass and immediately drank it. After feeling no thirst he gave the glass to Rashad.

Cup...

Rashad kissed Jelita on the forehead, turned to his wife's nose and lastly turned to Jelita's lips which always made her opiate. Rashad moved his lips gently, he was happy to get a reply from his wife.

The breath of the two gasped as Rashad let go of their hot kiss, he looked at Jelita deeply and no matter who started it now the two were filled with passion, Rashad and Jelita exchanged salivas, each other, touch each other until their passion becomes more unstoppable.

Both clothes were lying on the floor helplessly, now Rashad was on the body of the wife preparing hers to immediately enter the wet valley that makes her always feel good.

Once a strong enough blow, finally junior Rashad was embedded perfectly in the moist cave of the wife accompanied by the moaning sound of the two who felt good with their union.

Like so many Rashad bloodsucking vampires left a trace of purplishness in his wife's body. Not inferior to Rashad, Jelita also began to actively palpate the chest of her husband's field which was slightly overgrown with fine feathers, making a tingling sensation when the chest of the field of Rashad met his forehead.

"Ohhh...."

Rashad looked at the wife who kept sigh*h under his power. Rashad's blasphemy on Jelita's property is increasing the rhythm that makes Jelita powerless to continue to emit the sound of his pleasure.

Jelita's body trembled violently as she got her first release. But not with Rashad, the man still felt very fit to continue raining down on his wife.

Rashad let Jelita play on his chest. "Like to play here?" ask Rashad.

Jelita nodded in embarrassment, for long ago Rashad's chest was the place to lean. And now, this chest is still his favorite place even though it makes him amused by the fine hairs that grow on Rashad's chest.

"You know what, honey? Your attitude like this makes Mas very anxious. The whirring sound of your enjoyment is like a melody that makes our night even more beautiful. And this...."

"Ohhh...." Jelita again mendas*h when Rashad again jerk his property until his uterus feels full.

"Amijin!" they both smile. Not much to say the two enjoy a night so filled with pleasure together that the sweat is no longer felt for those who there is only a sense of pleasure that makes both speechless, he said, it was as if they were flying over the clouds together until morning greeting the two.

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The Erlangga family residence. Amanda looked at the in-law with a trembling body, no words came out of the ruler but her gaze had already explained about an enormous anger towards him.

"Amanda!" call Grandpa Agam coldly.

"L-yes, Pa!" mama Amanda replied with a tremble.

"Do you know what your mistake was?" asked Grandpa Agam with a hardened jaw. The stick that was always in his hand sounded loudly when Agam's grandfather knocked him onto the marble floor of his house.

Mama Amanda was silent, her lips were weak to make a sound.

"You know what caused Frendy to divorce his first wife? Because he has defied the rules I made in this house! So, you want to have the same fate as Frendy's first wife?" asked Grandpa Agam coldly.

"N-no, Pa! D-don't do that!" mama Amanda said, pleading.

"Sorry, Pa!"

Frendy saw the wife with the papa from a distance. His heart felt sorry for the wife who was hit hard by the stick she was holding.

"Papa coward!" hiss Damian sharply. After rebelling not wanting to go home but Damian eventually loses, he will join his father and grandfather's game before he takes his mother away.

"What do you mean, Damian?" asked Frendy sharply.

Damian clenched his hands together, eager for Damian to beat up his own papa who was always helpless under the power of his grandfather's tough attitude. "Don't let Papa regret losing Mama like Papa lost aunt Monica" Damian said sharply.

"Damian's in the room!" frendy said coldly but his eyes looked at the wife who was being tortured by her papa.

"Mama!" damian shouted as he watched his mother's body relax.

"Damian stop right there! Or grandfather will punish you just like this dissident woman!" yelled Grandpa Agam.

But Damian doesn't care. He's protecting his mother who looks helpless, this is all too much and Damian can't let this keep happening. "Grandfather would regret having treated mama like this. Raka and I won't let Grandpa keep control of Mama!"

"DAMN IT!"

"We're getting out of here, Ma! We don't need to live with them!"