Trapped in Love with Casanova

Reoni

Inside the hotel room that looks so beautiful with a sprinkling of red and white roses along the entrance to the bed makes anyone guess if it is the bridal room.

a spacious room with dimly lit lights mines a romantic impression for those who love after the event is over.

Not with Zifran and Maisya. Both of them chose to lie on the bed to rest because of fatigue that is really tiring today. Even Maisya had almost fainted because all day her stomach was not filled with food, other than milk this morning.

In Zifran's reclining arms, Maisya unceasingly thanked and thanked fate that finally reunited them.

"Sorry brother who has made our relationship complicated" said Zifran who rubbed Maisya's hair. While Maisya played her finger on Zifran's chest like forming a pattern.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing to Zi because I don't believe in you. Just try if at that time I was horrified by all the explanations Brother, maybe the incident will never happen."

"You don't have to be sad, ugly you know. Anyway yes, all events must have a silver lining. Try to imagine, if nothing happened yesterday, is it possible that we can be together like this? Not necessarily, right? So all of that takes the positivity. And the sister was so grateful to know that your feelings did not change to the sister. And now we start our new lives together. You want to live with this imperfect man?"

Maisya also nodded.

Zifran kissed Maisya's head so gently that Maisya smiled in her arms.

The kiss did not last long, for Maisya called himself.

"Sister," call Maisya.

"Hem," replied Zifran to switch to playing Maisya's hair.

Maisya was silent as if she was thinking of something.

"What's up, hem?" ask Zifran who got no answer.

"I still don't believe you? All of this is like a dream. I got married and it's the same with you. Try to imagine, after 3 years we are far apart, but suddenly we become husband and wife. At that time, I was flirting with Zi."

Come to think of it funny. 3 years ago they parted ways due to a misunderstanding. And meet again a few days ago and now?

Geez...I want it to feel like Maisya is laughing considering everything that happened between them.

"Haha... . Yes too. Do you think this is a dream or not?" Zifran pinched Maisya's pointed nose making her grimace in pain. More precisely pretending to be sick because Zifran did not really pinch him.

"Sick tau sis. Brother think my nose is a toet-toet balloon what?! Sick tau!" his weakness.

Maisya rubbed his nose several times while mimicking the sound of a balloon that was serit he played as a child.

"You are so funny to know. It is clearly real I say dream. If you don't believe me, what do you need to do now? Hem?"

Zifran rubbed Maisya's nose as he lowered his eyebrows staring at Maisya. Maisya who was stared at like that immediately let go of their embrace and away from Zifran because she knew where the perverted husband was talking.

Yes where else if not far from the crotch.

"Sister, don't macem? I'm tired of you."

"Well... Why? Let's get tired. After that we just slept. Mau ya.. ya... ya..," persuaded Zifran with his mischievous gaze.

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Day by day, it keeps changing. So did Zifran and Maisya after marriage. Both Zifran and Maisya, both seemed so happy with their respective statuses.

Their household life was always full of color with the action of jail and pervert owned by Zifran who as I made Maisya feel upset and always ended with a small quarrel that increasingly intensified the two.

Apparently, not only the nosy and perverted nature that makes Maisya upset, but the spoiled nature of Zifran in the morning that makes the woman stroked the chest to see her husband's behavior like a child. Even beat Zean's spoiled nature on him.

This much at the moment. Inside the spacious room, Maisya sat beside Zifran, who still held her and landed a warm kiss that became their daily routine.

Yep. After marriage, Zifran attitude changed 180° from before. Every morning, before he got out of bed, Maisya had to be by the side so he could hug and kiss his wife after opening his eyes.

Let's just say that Zifran is more. But that's the truth.

"Have you? Now I get up and take a shower. It's noon already?"

Maisya broke her embrace.

"That's another minute, okay?" Zifran held Maisya's body from moving away.

"But it's noon, brother. Later if you are late, continue to look at the same employees, they continue to say gini...Look at Mr. Zifran. It's great to be a boss who can go as he pleases. Especially after marriage, so you want to. Different from the Papa that is always on time," Maisya's cerocos that mimics the words of employees in the office.

"Well..who is ashamed to try? 'And I'm brother. Now I wake up and keep taking a shower. I want to get ready for big brother's clothes first. Let's get up" continued Maisya who was about to move from his place.

However, she paled because of her perverted husband's words.

"Yes-yes, sister will wake up, just one more round huh?" Zifran smiled winking his eyes.

How not, the new feeling last night they did it up to two rounds. Cooking it in the morning too? His tiredness has not gone away. So thought Maisya.

"You yeah.. yeah... yeah...! look at him from earlier. Cook you the same adek the most cute brother."

Zifran opened a blanket that covered the bottom of it that was in maximum voltage.

No Maisya denied if he wants. What's more after seeing the appearance of the grandpa like a snake lizard that turns into a king cobra makes the passion se*ks in the morning increase.

Feeling unbearable, Maisya smilingly nodded her sign of agreeing.

Seeing that, Zifran returned Maisya's smile and immediately opened the shirt he was wearing. Plastered are two chewy mounds that are still wrapped in black bra, contrasting with the white Maisya make Zifran libido increasingly dominate his brain.

His hands began to stroke, feel, until rubbing at the bottom there. While his mouth was busy exploring and smacking Maisya's lips which made him so opiate.

The kiss slowly descended to the neck, giving it a slight lumatann even to the point of leaving a trace of its possession there. After being satisfied playing in the neck area, Zifran's kiss was getting down, and continued down just above the two chewy objects that always make him aroused. Her tongue began to swirl making Maisya sigh favorably with Zifran's increasingly aggressive hands in the valley that felt wet and also muddy due to her husband's naughty hand play.

"Ah. ah. ah. sak. , sis.h," said Maisya holding Zifran's hand, hoping to stop after something had just come out of his valley of pleasure.

Zifran put away Maisya's hand, then laid his wife's body on the bed and removed the hot pants that Maisya was wearing and threw them in any direction.

Maisya who closed his eyes did not want to lose. She began to care for her husband's innocent body. Squeeze the chest of the Zifran field and occasionally give a kiss accompanied by a small lumatann.

Maisya's hands increasingly move actively down the athletic body until his hands touch the snake lizard who is already in a combat ready position. Without any hesitation, Maisya grasped the snake, giving it a soft squeeze.

Zifran's eyes were also closed to feel the pleasure of playing the hand of the wife who moved back and forth syantik down there.

Feeling unable to stand the game, Zifran rose from the top of Maisya's body, hinting that he could not stand it anymore.

Maisya nodded as if understanding the look in her husband's eyes. Without being in the pinta, Maisya immediately opened his thighs to make it easier for Zifran to get to his place.

Maisya continued to fumble as Zifran began to shake his hips back and forth which made Maisya sigh unstoppably.

"Ah. ah. ah. ah... . Keep sis. Yes continue.o..uh..."

"Enak, honey?" asked Zifran who kept pumping his wife's body.

"Bangetpus. More ce-ce. pet, brother," pinta Maisya with breathless breath.

Zifran complied with Maisya's request and accelerated his movement. His breath was no less breathless when the sense of pleasure was already at the end. With one loud jolt, the snake immediately spewed its venom in Maisya's womb.

Zifran who felt exhausted after removing his property from Maisya's property immediately threw himself beside the wife who looked exhausted as well.

"Thank you, baby." After that kissed his forehead, then went down to Maisya's lips.

"Hem."

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Zifran had just come out of the bathroom with a towel covering his lower body walking towards the bed where Maisya put his office clothes while glancing at the clock on the wall that was there.

"Lumayanlah" he murmured.

It turns out that the clock has shown at 08:02, which means their game is quite short which is about half an hour, or less.

After finishing with a neat suit, Zifran came out of his room to the kitchen while carrying a tie and an office bag. Even her pantofel shoes are in the tenteng.

While in the kitchen, Maisya was busy preparing breakfast for her beloved husband with a special fried rice menu. This time do not doubt about the cuisine of Maisya because the woman is already good at spoiling her husband's tongue. Although not very clever, but Zifran really likes the cuisine of his little wife.

Maisya circulated her gaze seeing the hard-earned Zifran with his luggage, approaching him.

"Here, I'll bring you the bag."

"Thank you, baby." When Maisya took over her bag.

"Oiya, I forgot brother. I'm going to Mama's house. Mama called me to go to the house to take care of Zean because Mama and Papa wanted to go to attend the wedding of Papa's business partner's son. Later coming home from work directly to Papa's house, because they returned home malem so I did not dare there just the same Zean," said Maisya.

After marriage, Zifran decided to move and buy his own house on the grounds of wanting to be independent, he said. At first Mama Sarah and Papa Arya did not allow them to buy a house, because the main house belonged to Zifran. But after understanding, both agree. And very supportive and happy because their son is quite responsible.

Then handed a plate of fried rice to Zifran.

"Where is Auntie the mother?" Zifran started to scoop the fried rice into his mouth.

"Said Mama on leave, go home."

Zifran nodded and put the fried rice back in his mouth.