Twice Married

Second Bridal Night

The door was locked and closed. There are two human voices that sound shahdu is moaning names to each other. It was seen that all the clothes had been detached from their bodies, just scattered on the floor.

"Maos ..." Fatih looked on, as Ibra was cupping her head in the center of her core. The woman was seen continuing to hold her hand, straightening her hand to grip both shoulders of her husband.

"Mas .." cried Fatih again, but this time it was firmer. While biting his lower lip, closed both eyes and then raised his head back. Sweaty water so flooded his body.

Ibra looked up, looking at his wife's already wet face. He smiled, because Fatih kept calling his name.

"Euh .." Fatih's clutches were stronger, when Ibra again invaded his wife's center.

Ibra moved to cover Fatih under his sturdy body. The chest is so field accompanied by thin strands of fur there. Ibra looks very handsome.

"Do you like it, baby?" ask her husband gently. And Fatih shamelessly just nodded and back biting his lower lip when Ibra again scooped mercilessly twin mounds that dangled freely and felt still tight as before. Sip a savory taste there and occasionally bite her.

"Eum ..." this time Ibra whimpers.

"A-yeah ..." Fatih spelled her name again with a messy snort of breath. Hearing Fatih like this, certainly makes Ibra's desire continues to burn. The man was very longing, longing to give up love with the woman he loved.

Fatih's body had been curled up not necessarily direction. It was like a chicken being plucked from beautiful feathers, the difference was that Fatih did not feel pain, instead he again felt pleasure. A pleasure he had not felt for years. And again feel with the man he always shadows in every night of his solitude.

"I miss you, Bun." said Ibra when they met. Rebellious speech that made Fatih blink both eyes, he looked straight bead Ibra's eyes with a face that was thirsty. Ibra's eyes were full of love and longing.

Just as Fatih was about to reply, Ibra again silenced the woman's mouth with her sense of taste with a passionate gesture. They closed both eyes again. Enjoy their labiaris until swollen. Fatih squeezed her husband's shoulder again. Ibra who felt Fatih's grip stronger than before, seemed to have known that soon his wife would feel the first release.

Fatih again felt crazy, when Ibra lowered one of the fingers to touch the center of Fatih's body. Suddenly the action made Fatih more uncertain. Fatih immediately dumbfounded, he wriggled uncharacteristically. Ibra managed to play around in that place back.

"Mas-Ib-" Fatih's voice came to a halt, when Ibra had stopped invading his oral cavity.

"Let's go, call my name again. I want to hear!" ibra whispered right in Fatih's earlobe before he smeared it there.

"Let's go, call me!" whiskey Ibra is back. Ibra's fingers continued to spread to the center of Fatih's body. It is moist and no longer formed.

"Mas--" Fatih kept on spelling, he again closed his eyes to concentrate.

"Let's say my name again, Bun! I miss hearing it! The thing I like the most is when you moan my name like this." Ibra whispered again, he continued to burn his wife's passion in order to do the release over and over again.

Before how long Fatih leaned his shoulder base upwards, his waist felt swayed, his stomach felt tense.

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Ibra's finger just feels warm. Ibra smiled in satisfaction when she saw his wife succeed in the first release. Fatih's breath was roaring. His sweat once the flood soaked his face and upper body.

"Enak ... dear?" ibra asked a mischievous smile looking at his wife who was still closing both eyes. Fatih nodded with a tinge of reddened face as it held back the embarrassment. His body immediately suffocated. Ibra smiled again, he felt proud, because it managed to make Fatih happy.

"Now it's Dad's turn, Bun." said Ibra then kissed his wife's forehead.

Pushing both of Fatih's thighs open slightly, Ibra tried to dart in to enjoy the beauty burrow. A groan rang out from Ibra's mouth. He continued to jerk his wife's property with such powerful strength.

Fatih's libido, which was extinguished, has now reappeared. So shocked he felt the beat of Ibra which is now so different from what he had ever felt.

Fast rhythm with a slightly rough beat. Ibra shed all her yearning for four years on this day.

"...Bun." even to continue the name of his wife alone he could not, because he continued to concentrate to reach the peak of happiness.

"Come-well."

Hearing Fatih back down, making Ibra even more burning. Now their palms are locked together.

Ibra opened her eyes again looking at Fatih. He was so shocked when he saw that Fatih's face had paled and slightly grimaced.

"Yes...!" ibra's baritone voice made Fatih blink again.

"Kok stop yeah?" fatih asked in shock when Ibra had stopped her from stopping so much.

"You sick again?"

Somehow the pain came back and made Fatih feel uncomfortable. But seeing her husband like this, she did not want to destroy the longing of Ibra which would soon lead to.

Fatih shook her head and scooped out Ibra's gaping lips. Feeling the touch of Fatih like this makes Ibra re-ignited will blaze happy. Ibra restarted the jolt until finally, the center of the core throbbed and spilled all the fluid in his body.

Ibra fell into Fatih's arms. So happy he was, until tears came back because of haru.

"Thank you, Bun. Because it's allowed Dad to go back home to Mother."

"Mother will always be ready to open the door of Mother's house for Father" said Fatih, he also cried. Unceasingly her delicate palms rubbed gently on the husband's back. Kissing the base of Ibra's shoulder that is still wet due to melting sweat.

Ibra got up from the deck, to look at his wife's eyeballs deeply.

"You want to promise me, Bun?"

"What promise, dear?" ask Fatih with messy hair but she looks more and more beautiful in a plain state like this.

"Promise Mother to heal! Mother should always be eager to undergo treatment. There is Father and Fara and his other sisters Fara, waiting for your recovery!"

Fatih's dark netra stared straight at Ibra's hazel eyeballs. See the reflection of his shadow there. Hearing Ibra's heart rhythm that is still beating fast. The smell of her husband's breath was still rough. For whatever reason, Ibra looks very handsome. More handsome than he ever met four years ago.

Fatih gently stroked Ibra's face and advanced her face to kiss her husband's forehead.

"Yes, Father, Mother promised. It'll heal for both of you."

They came back in smiles of love. Let go of long-imprisoned and shackled desires without being expelled. So good the Universe again allows them to share the bed, despair and enjoy the harmony of affection every day.

"I love you, Fatih Medina ...."

"...I love you too, Ibrahim Attar!"

Happy Fatih and Ibra on the night of the second bride for you guys

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