Throes

fail

Povs. Authors.

After Yanna's friends from the city say goodbye home and do not forget to give a white envelope that has been filled with money of course, as well as a little large parcel of the results of berated from three of his curse friends. And a slightly thick brown envelope from his former boss.

Is not a wedding invitation, identical to a white envelope containing money. It will open the next day, and will record anyone who gives you a white envelope and the amount of money.

Let's just say, to get back the capital. If not return capital is not the regime.

Rama, who was very sultry, chose to take a bath. Among Yanna, who doesn't know where the bathroom is. There were still some of Yanna's brothers at home, and wanted to see Yanna's new husband.

Handsome and tall.

Well-mannered.

That's the words of Yanna's relatives, the same sultry Yanna began to release the bun on the head, began to remove the makeup with facial cleanser and began to remove the kebaya that made it a little difficult to move.

At the same time Yanna had removed her kebaya and skirt, leaving a white tank top and hot pants attached to her body. Yanna flinched slightly when the door opened, and showed Rama coming inside and closing it quickly.

It's legal, but it's still awkward.

" If you want to change clothes do not forget in Yan's key?" The subtle Rama.

Not to forget, it's just that he's used to having his room never locked. Even though he is changing clothes. Who will enter his room before knocking on the door.

But this, Rama? Yanna forgot that her new husband had entered her room without knocking on the door while she was taking off her clothes.

" Tap the room first if you come in." Yanna rebuked, feeling she was not wrong.

Not unwilling to be blamed, just that he was used to being at home, not locking the door except when in the boarding house. He would definitely lock the door even if he did nothing in the room.

" Is this my wife's room, cook I have to knock on the door first?" Rama answered, throwing clothes and towels on the bed. Pulling the hand of Yanna who will wear a home negligee to cover her body, which in a sense of shame when seen Rama like that.

" Yes!" Yanna's cry restrained her two hands that almost pounded on Rama's chest.

Looping into two hands at Yanna's waist, a seductive look when she saw her chest half-poking upwards. The cleavage that was so smooth, made himself feel like pouncing on it.

" Have I taken a shower yet?" Yanna said, feeling uncomfortable in the face of her husband like impatient.

" No smell of sweat, still fragrant even." Rama replied, pressing Yanna's waist closer to his body. Until Yanna felt Rama's heart pounding just like her.

" It's nice, the guy from this morning hasn't had a bath." Yanna replied, biting her lower lip as if afraid to see Rama and pressurizing Rama's chest so as not to touch her chest too much.

This is really not the time. When Rama had a fragrant bath soap, he was still kuel and the smell of sweat attached. The effect is like not providing good service on the first night.

" I haven't eaten yet, I'll eat first." Yanna said, trying to negotiate in order to escape from Rama's gaze and increasingly tightened embrace.

" If you're not hungry yet."

" Had not eaten yet."

Uniting her lips, giving a small bite for Yanna to open her lips. Not difficult for Yanna to understand, Yanna opened a gap for Rama to start the lid*h game. Tasting each other, seeping and winding each other.

Rama's hand, increasingly pressed Yanna's back without letting go of a kiss. lower to two hands Yanna so that the rope tank top is no longer violated on Yanna's shoulder and make the tank top successfully down to the bottom of Yanna's stomach. rubbing the yellow back of the dumpling that had started to intoxicate his mind.

As if lulled by Rama's gentle strokes, Yanna involuntarily groaned, re-grasping Rama's t-shirt the hot sensations began to permeate her body. enjoy the touch of the hand that guerrilla behind the ear and also the back that is no longer the cover of his back.

The eyes begin to fog, take a moment to take a breath and again repeat the sweetness of the lips. With Rama who again dared to touch the mound that is still closed and only tell half a mound of smooth skin.

Chewy and fit in the hand, Yanna who was drunk kepayang will remes*n soft in her gunduk, legs as if limp to stand. Rama held his body, carrying it like a child, to two hands Yanna moved circularly around the neck of Rama. sat on the edge of the bed without wanting to take off her pagutan with Yanna on her lap now. Facing each other, the body docked and looked at each other in a long kiss*n.

Kisses missed, changed at the neck level that from earlier Rama swiped. Confirming the neck of Yanna who looked up, felt her chest rise and fall with half breath and *****small* coming out of her lips.

Increasingly docked, Yanna slightly squeezed the hair behind Rama. It was as if he could not stand the intoxicating treatment of Rama.

Turning to kiss the two mounds that are still half poking, menci*mi there. Giving a little suction*n makes a trace of love that only needs to be seen himself and Yanna. back so upright, a little pressing Rama's head, as if he asked for more than this.

" Yes?" Rama, staring at my eyes as much as his desire.

" Ak-" Rama had not yet spoken again, the sound of knocking on the door was heard again, until their gazes turned to the door that was still closed

" Mom!! I wait for the same mother in front. Ask to eat he said. Scribbles!!" Shouted Sigit. Making Rama who was already excited, now looks lethargic and leaning his head on the shoulder of Yanna.

" Failed again." Rama muttered, looking uninspired again when the advertising disturbance at the time of his spirit together with Yanna.

If disturbed like this continuously, he will make sure to bring Yanna to the hotel alone. So that there are no more distractions at a time like this.

" Patience to you." Yanna said, holding back a laugh at Rama's frustration.

" Mother's brothers will stay here." Rama asked again looking up at his wife who was still in his lap.

" No, I'll go home when it's all done. Why?"

" It's okay, just hope not be invited to stay up with lek sir." Rama answered, again buried his face in the mound of Yanna.

" Yes!" Pekik Yanna, a little forget in his current position, where he was afraid Rama repeated it when his mother, paklek, and relatives gathered for dinner together.

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