Twice Married

Love Night for Ibra and Fatih

Haii good night

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Fatih's heart was so relieved when her mother-in-law was willing to obey all her wishes at this time. About his mother, he will solve this problem slowly.

He is not selfish and just wants to please himself. It's just that he does not want to ruin the atmosphere of happiness with Ibra and their future baby.

Considering the wound applied Fahmi is still so painful in his skin incision. And only the figure of Ibrahim Attar who can squeeze the wound to be sealed.

Fatih invited Ibu Hanum and Intan to dinner first before they decided to go home.

Both women were intrigued by the arrangement of the dining table which served some delicious and nutritious food.

"Well, ma'am, Ibra's a bit full now. The reason is that the delicious masakin continues the same his wife-" Intan's temptation to Ibra while looking at his mother.

Fatih smiled as she poured water in their glasses.

"That's exactly..." Ibra answered his brother's words. "Make it baby..." Ibra grabbed Fatih's hand to kiss her.

"Mas, shame on ya!" Fatih slightly lowered her head in embarrassment.

Ibra laughed loosely, instead of taking off the grip of the hand he even shuffled to kiss Fatih's cheek.

"Buck.ih!" Fatih clucking. She was so embarrassed in front of her mother and sister.

Mother Hanum continued to smile cheerfully happily. It was cool and peaceful when he saw Ibra who was like his love for Fatih.

"Adeuhhh Ma'am, look at Ibra. I'm old too, his behavior is still rich High School children are puberty." Said Intan while putting the first mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Fatih and Ibra laughed at the same time.

"...Nothing, kid, I'm really happy to see Ibra as a gini."

"This is all because of Mother's services, Mother's makasi still want to match the two of us as now." Ibra.

"Yes ma'am, make a lot of it. I gave Mas Ibra to Fatih."

"Thank God, son! Which is already very good for making you a married couple."

Fatih and Ibra threw happy smiles at Mother Hanum.

"Let's go eat, I have to eat a lot. Let's stay healthy, I'll have a grandchild in a minute."

"Yes, for Ibra and Ibra. I'll stay healthy!" Sissy said.

"...Then tomorrow there's no more ma'am hunger strike, same cry for hours in the back garden?"

"St! Intan, don't embarrass me ah--" cried Ms. Hanum.

"Mom.Don't worry about Mas Ibra again. There's Fatih now."

Intan again poured the meat stew on his plate. "Tuh Bu dengerin his son-in-law. That's why I'm still healthy now, if it hurts can't eat well like this?" Intan tickled amusedly. He likes it best when he mocks his mother.

"Come on, eat this one...." Fatih put a seafood capcay on her in-laws' side.

"When will you check up again? Let Fatih and Mas Ibra inter, continue to for Mother and Father needs such as milk, groceries etc. Fatih will send you home too!"

"Just if Mom and Dad again want something, either want to eat anything or want to go for a walk. Kabarin Fatih same Mas Ibra ya--"

Like blooming flowers, the hearts of Ibra, Mother and Intan were instantly happy. Where ever heard Fatih was so attentive to their mother.

"Thank you very much, son..."

Fatih nodded her smile and continued her chewing back.

Ibra was not tired of looking at his wife's face with happiness.

Mother and Intan had already gone home from two hours ago. Now Fatih and Ibra are lying in bed facing each other. Fatih was still tracing every curve of Ibra's face with his fingers. Ibra just closed her eyes while smiling because she was happy to be noticed.

"Yes..."

"Emm?" Ibra Gumam.

"Yes..."

"W-yeah, what are you talking about?" Ibra opened both of her eyes. It was as if Fatih was hesitant in asking. "Why, Fat?"

"If you're pregnant with gini, can you have sex?" Then she changed her face with shame. "It's just Mas..."

Ibra smiled and laughed. "You kangen?"

Fatih's face turned red. Ibra moved closer to his wife. "Kangen?" tanya Fatih repeated Ibra's words.

Without lingering any longer, Ibra had already landed her lips on Fatih's lips. Pecking, sucking and biting for Fatih to open her lips. Ibra increasingly dominates to invade his wife's oral cavity.

On the sidelines of their kiss, Ibra's hand did not forget to go into Fatih's pajamas and stroke his wife's flat stomach. And it grew hotter as his hands were diverted to colonize Fatih's other body.

"Yes..." When Ibra managed to touch his sensitive point.

But Fatih quickly pushed her husband's body and rose from the bed with a bunch of fluid that stirred his stomach to immediately vomit.

Howe.howe.

Fatih returned to remove the contents of the food along with the clear liquid. The difference was that Fahmi always rebuked Fatih because he felt disgusted if he saw Fatih continued to nausea and vomiting during pregnancy first.

And what a joy in pregnancy now, because there was Ibra who always ran after him when he vomited on the toilet. Screaming at the nape of his neck and still rubbing the rest of the vomit from Fatih's lips.

"Aren't you ticklish, Mas?"

"What?" Ibra is still wiping the wetness around Fatih bushes with tissue.

"This...?" Fatih pointed at the tissue that Ibra had squeezed after being used to wipe out the rest of Fatih's vomit.

Ibra laughs. "Not so, baby. You're my wife---I'm disgusted?"

Both of Fatih's eyes were perfectly sharpened. His heart is so calm and peaceful. Less happy how else he is when getting a husband who is understanding, good, very love and bonuses he is more dashing than Fahmi. It's just that the age difference is so far away, like a nephew with an uncle.

Fatih felt her hormones change, she felt like she wanted Ibra's body and various friendly kisses for her.

"Mas, baby grandpa asked to be visited..."

"here?" Tanya Ibra was tickled amusedly. "I've never been in a bathup..." Shy-eyed.

"I've never been either, but let's try--"

Ibra and Fatih laughed together, not long after that. There was a groan from both of them in the bath up. Ibra continues to dominate and continue to create so that Fatih can climax perfectly.

Fatih's body was writhing, shaking and complaining.

"Enak..honey?"

"Hmm..uh!" Rintih Fatih while closing his eyes, not when Ibra still jerked the core of his body.

Ibra smiled with satisfaction, he returned down the nape of his wife's neck to the collarbone.

"That's red..." Ledek.

"Nothing Mas, just don't bruise the same blue ya----" he asked.

As soon as Ibra's face was different, Fatih mentioned the strangeness here. "the blue? Be bruised? Oh Allah, dear.The bastard is torturing you!"

"...My mother!" Fatih continued clawing at Ibra's shoulders when he felt that someone would want to break out.

"Let's go baby..let go!"

"God..." Fatih was getting more unconscious, her voice was so complaining when she was about to fly into the clouds.

Ibra smiled happily. "I will always make you satisfied...."

Enjoy this night of love and be happy that no typhoon will strike to ravage your household.

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I'm a pussy looking at Fatih with Ibra.

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