What a Beautiful Wedding

chapter 42

saint fell asleep on the living room couch awaiting the arrival of her husband zhul even as zhul knocked on the holy door not waking up in his beautiful dream.

"why did the saint fall asleep on the couch bi?" zhul asked after bi Sani opened the door for him

"sorry den, non-holy waiting for the return of den Zhul until the sleep of the sofa" explained bi Sani

zhul put down his briefcase, looked at his wife's tired-looking beautiful face and immediately carried the saint up the stairs to put him to sleep in their room, halfway to his room the Saints woke up, feeling himself as if he were drifting,

"sister zhul!" the saint opened his eyes slowly

"sad you don't want to see you fall asleep on the couch again!" zhul

"yes brother sorry well" said the holy wrapping his hands on zhul's neck made zhul smile happily and immediately kissed his wife's lips with anxiety

"jail" said the saint sulked as zhul's kiss came to a halt

"it's wrong whose lips tempt richly that way!" zhul fashion

zhul laid down his wife's body in their king-size bed, with the saint who had not yet released his arms around her neck, zhul, the two pairs of eyes that were holy-looking kissed the flash of zhul's lips before releasing his embrace with a quick movement of zhul pulling the holy hand to hug his body and the replex of zhul's position Now overlapping the holy body

"sister.." holy speech was cut off when the lips of the two met again, zhul gently pulverized it occasionally giving pause for the two to regulate the breath.

"sister" said the holy disela2 warm kiss "bath first! eat trus!" holy precept

zhul showed a teasing smile

"let's go, I want to eat this first!" he said as he took off one by one the buttons of the sacred pajamas, smacking them gently and slowly something that is very zhul craved from the sacred possession "want you continue dear?" zhul said when he saw the saint sighing a little because of his actions

"tar ajah kak" spoiled holy

"if ntar still hold his hand 2 big hairs anyway?" zhul's temptation made the saint release his hands from the random shuffling of zhul's hair, the holy face blushing like strawberries ready to harvest her husband's mischief.

"well, shower! holy readyain the water first" the saint immediately closed the bathroom door and locked it, preparing if Zhul teased him again

tock..

tock...

"honey.honey, not the door!" zhul

breeek

holy opens the bathroom door

"the water is ready, sister shower now?

"iy---" zhul was about to embrace the saint but the saint immediately avoided him Because the saint knew if he had been caught in his arms then zhul would not have released him "aww..." zhul stroked his flushed forehead against the bathroom door "tega well you baby, brother has fasted one Sunday!" zhul

"i'm sorry here holy medicine!" holy pinta

"lack of ikh, my brother!!" he shouted as zhul carried his body

"sister kangen, you're there too, baby, the moon is over, right?" zhul sat holy in that warm bed

the saint nodded to the questions and requests of her husband, and,

zhul anxiously groped every inch of the sacred body, the woman he had always loved.

a warm night ensued in the room, but Zhul did not want to waste the opportunity of zhul asking for more and more warmth in the bed to the saint.

*if halal mah sembasss, haha