The Tarnished Wife

Attempts do not betray results

Rara smiled faintly and continued walking slowly towards her husband.

“Still busy?” rara asked with the body next to Zayn exactly and looked down to look at the laptop on the table.

Zayn turned his head to the side, to where Rara was standing. The view was immediately presented by Rara's cleavage whose contents almost sticking out.

“Why?” ask Rara plain.

“You yes, if I'm a khilaf, later cry.”

Rara laughs. “She can hold?”

“Foolish men who can withstand this great temptation,” replied Zayn with a smile that was still expanding.

Zayn bit the tip of his thumb. It was so eager that he bit the body, giving it a mark on all those parts.

Then, Rara switched the subject by taking one of the prints of the model photo that was strewn across Zayn's desk. “Waw, beautiful once.”

Rara took another photo. “Every day you are surrounded by beautiful women yes Zayn. Young again, very fresh.” Then, Rara brought her face closer to Zayn. “Sexy.”

“No less beautiful with you. No less sexy than you too,” said Zayn casually as he looked at his wife and smiled.

“Masa? Don't believe.” Rara left her waist and returned to take a photo print on the table until her body was waiting right next to Zayn.

Zayn can't sit normally. The direction of his eyes did not switch a second from the body of makeup that was plastered perfectly in front of him.

“Where else is the photo? Ah, here's doang.” Rara throws the origin of the photos of the woman in the mold back on the table along with the other prints lying there.

Then, Rara switched on Zayn's laptop and now re-positioned her head and attached to Zayn's shoulder so that Rara's chewy chest was felt on Zayn's shoulder.

“Ra, since when are you naughty like this anyway?” ask Zayn.

Rara looked towards her husband. “Since I have a husband of a famous photographer.”

Zayn laughs. “You're jealous?”

“Ih, not very. In Cleopatra's dictionary there is no jealousy.”

“But cry,” ledek Zayn.

“Ih, cry what the hell.” Rara hit Zayn on the shoulder, making the man laugh. “I'm not a crybaby.”

“Iya, yes. You're not a whiny woman. Believe,” says Zayn.

“Where are photos of him?” ask Rara while packing Zayn's laptop.

“Who is he?” ask Zayn.

“Model who is crazy about you,” replied Rara. “Who is his name.” Rara stood up and thought.

Rara's behavior makes Zayn even more anxious.

“Oh, yes. His name is Cellin.”

“Know where the name is?” ask Zayn.

“From Michelle.”

“Wah, not done,” said Zayn annoyed pretending to be upset.

“You have said same thing to him?” rara asked glancing at her husband.

“You know what you want to know?” Zayn asked with a smile.

“Ngga know, Ah.” Rara switched back to the laptop.

“Cock photo does not exist?” ask Rara who did not find Cellin's face as Cellin told her.

“Emang does not exist. Not important. Important people, the photos are all there.” Zayn pointed to the photo of Rara on the walls of this room.

“Gombal.” Rara pushed Zayn's shoulder and walked over to another object that made Rara curious since she was in this room.

Zayn stood up and followed his wife's steps.

“Surely, you are the same he is already so? Kiss often too?” ask Rara.

Zayn laughed, holding his stomach. “What is that?”

“Ish, Zayn. Really nice.” Rara hit her annoying husband again.

Zayn can not be bullied, because if he is bullied it could be the opposite, his opponent who will be the next months of bully objects.

Zayn hugs Rara's sexy body. “Almost soan.”

“Serious?” Then why not be?’ ask Rara who wants to know about Zayn while living in her father's home country.

“Hmm .. because of that time to the mind of the face of the wife of the person who I was pregnant in comma.”

“Zayn.” Rara hit her husband's chest again. “I'm serious.”

“I'm serious too, honey. Your face is stuck here I.” Zayn pointed at his head. “Ngga want to. Make people can't say no?”

“Long.” Rara took off Zayn's embrace and stood on one painting that was there, but covered in white cloth.

“This is whose painting?” ask Rara. “Kok closed continuously?”

“Open,” replied Zayn casually by putting both his hands into those sport trousers.

Rara's hand grabbed the tip of the white cloth and slowly opened it.

Srek

The painting looks perfect too. A painting showing the face of a woman laughing. Who else if not Rara. Yeah, it's a painting of a Zayn woman.

“Not, that's Auntie,” replied Zayn of origin. “Yes, yes you are, dear.”

Rara smiled at her husband.he drew closer to the painting board and felt the canvas that had depicted her.

“This was just finished a few days ago. Intentionally I want to love you after we officially become husband and wife.was want me to make as a hand but later said lebay.”

Cup

Rara turned her body and kissed Zayn's lips. “Is that your love for me?”

Zayn immediately wrapped his hands around Rara's waist. “Should I answer again?”

Rara smiled and bit her lips.

“Don't be bitten, Ra!”

“What?”

“By your lips,” Zayn replied.

“Why?” rara asked confusedly.

“Ck ... that's my part.”

“Zayn,” shouted Rara and Zayn laughed.

Zayn hugged Rara tightly and kissed her lips. The originally gentle kiss became demanding. Sure enough, Zayn did his job. He bit Rara's lips until the owner hissed.

The sound of sophistication as they wrestled their tongues sounded loud in the closed room. Zayn's lips dropped to his neck and bit the piece again.

Zayn pushes Rara until she falls on the sofa and Zayn returns to the body. This time, Zayn played two chewy bumps that had teased him earlier.

“Zayn, ah,” groans Rara as Zayn sucks the small spot part in the middle of the two chewy bumps in turn.

Zayn continued to spice up Rara's upper body, biting and giving her a trail in all of those parts.

“Eum ...” the new Rara feels the pleasure of making out long enough.

“Zayn, Ah.” Rara's chest up and down, her breath hunting.

And so did Zayn. The man stopped his action and again aligned his face on Rara's face. Rara's eyes look soft, her face is more sexy because it is shrouded in burning passion and it makes Zayn's libido increase.

“Can I do it?” ask Zayn.

Rara opened her eyes perfectly. He stared at Zayn's face fixedly and without distance. Rara recalled that when she was Reza's wife, Reza stopped the fondling just because she did not want to touch it deeper because of her who had been touched by another man.

“You're not disgusted with me?” ask Rara.

Zayn frowned. He was confused by Rara's question. Disgusted? what question is that? Doesn't Rara know how much Zayn wants to touch that body?

“I'm former Reza,” said Rara.

“Indeed why?” ask Zayn coldly.

“Then, she was disgusted at me because I was touched by you. Maybe you are also disgusted at me because you were once disen ...”

Direct zayn*******Rara's over-spoken lips. Then, Zayn returned to his action very fiercely. He did not let Rara moan to feel the pleasure of touching the lips of Zayn who traced his body from head to foot. Zayn deliberately wants to give a different sensation that he believes that with Reza first, Rara has not felt it.

Now, Zayn's head was between Rara's legs that were open. Zayn released an object blocking a sensitive part of his wife's property. Then, he ate greedily that part until the one who had also moaned the ease.

“Zayn, what are you doing. Ah.” Rara tried to get her husband out of there.

However, the extraordinary taste makes Rara resigned to what Zayn did.

“Zayn, i .... Ah, Zay. This what?”

Zayn continued his action. He likes his current activities, as this part is his favorite part. The part that he once took by force and now he is free to play it again without coercion. It needs to be underlined, without coercion.

“Zayn, Stop! A. .. with ... Ah,” ragged Rara who wanted to blow something off that sensitive part. “A ..”

Zayn let go of that activity. He smiled at Rara who was enjoying her release. Zayn again aligned his head to Rara's head.

Zayn stroked a very beautiful face and grew more beautiful because of the sensation of the surge that exploded earlier. He also kissed Rara's entire face whose breath was still wheezing.

“Enak, Dear?” ask Zayn.

Rara nodded. “Tadi what?”

“You just felt it?” zayn asked again and Rara nodded again.

“I will make you feel like this every day,” said Zayn smiling and holding his wife's body like a koala.

Rara was not aware that right now, she was wearing nothing. Zayn kissed Rara on the lips and brought the body to their room. Fortunately, this floor was just them, while the other residents were on the lower floor, so no one saw the madness of the newlyweds.

Arriving in the room, Zayn carefully placed Rara's body as fragile porcelain, on the King-size bed.

“Can I do it?” ask Zayn again for permission a second time.

Rara nodded.

“I won't be able to stop, Darling.”

Those words Zayn said. Yes, Rara remembered, it was just that the conditions this time were different. This time, Rara did not fall silent after hearing that sentence. Precisely Rara nodded her head in agreement and was ready to be treated anything to this man who was oppressing her without coercion.

Zayn's getting excited. He also did not miss this golden opportunity, because this was the thing he had been waiting for the most, making Rara his whole and without coercion.

Zayn flipped through the body, using it gently and sometimes a little rough when the anxiety appeared. However, it made Rara smile. His wife liked not to be angry at all. Rara really enjoyed this romance.

For hours they wrestled in sweat. Now, Zayn has everything on Rara. Zayn has that heart and that body. Zayn will look after her, keep this happiness until she closes her eyes. Really, he really became the luckiest man in the world, because of getting the woman he had been adoring all along. Indeed, effort does not betray results. Every patience and sincerity will surely bear sweet fruit.