Wife Partner Bed

ARYAN VS AREND

This afternoon the Surya appeared a little hotter than usual. Dion and Ineke who were traveling to the village stopped by a small roadside stall.

A father who is old, selling young coconut ice there. Dion pulled his car over to the left side of the road.

..."Sir, two yes!"...

..."Yes Neng!"...

..."The sun is hot again, it's also noon, but the air here still feels cool huh to?"...

..."Yes, that is also what makes us so comfortable living in Dion village, after feeling the hustle and bustle of the city."...

..."Looks like in the afternoon we can get to the village."...

..."Heem, that meal I took you out this morning."...

..."It's Neng."...

..."Thanks Sir.!"...

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Aryan stood unmoved in front of Arend who was ready to do the action. They both gave each other different looks.

..."Arend, should we do this?"...

..."Be prepared."...

Without warning, Arend began his attack to give a hard blow to Aryan's cheek on the right.

Aryan slumped to the left side, he almost fell to the ground.

Arend was still looking at him with the same gaze. Aryan got up with her hand holding her cheek which was painful and stiff.

One more crushing blow landed on Aryan's right cheek.

Arend again tried to attack Aryan, but this time Aryan dodged, he tried to defend himself.

Aryan could have avenged Arend's attack on him, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't bear to hurt his own son.

..." Aryan. Awaaas!"...

Ayla's shout tried to warn Aryan, but it was too late. One kick Arend right hit Aryan's stomach.

Aryan slumped backwards. For a moment they stopped, the roar of Arend's breath sounded clear. The boy used all his strength and he already looked tired.

..."My Aryan.! You're gonna lose! Arend will take me back to the village!"...

The cry of Ayla who was accompanied by the roar of her tears made Aryan get back up and excited.

Now Aryan advanced first ready to attack his son.

The fist was already so close, before Ayla finally shouted back.

..."The maaaass! Jangaanin!"...

Aryan stopped his attack turning his head towards the woman he loved so much.

..."Stupid fool!"...

Arend pulled Aryan's clenched hand and then quickly attacked Aryan's face with his left elbow.

Aryan fell back and fell to the ground.

Their current situation was already very chaotic. In addition to the hot sun.

..."Papah how should Mah? Papah just shut up, Mama shouted he would lose, Papah attacked, Mamah shouted no!"...

..."Mama doesn't know Zico.!"...

..."Nuhhhh."...

Zico complained, suddenly one idea came to Zico's mind.

..."Papahs! Defeat Arend without hurting him Pah!"...

..."Huh!"...

Aryan, whose focus is divided towards Ayla, and Zico, is almost back in the attack from Arend.

It was fortunate that Aryan quickly parried Arend's legs with the defense of his arm. Even after that Aryan also grimaced in pain.

...'Think Aryan, think, think fast?! Where's your brain.?"...

Now Arend attacked with his legs 'Sledding' Aryan legs, until Aryan fell backward.

Aryan held his stomach. (Lha, who fell on the back, what's in the stomach sir?)

Now Aryan wakes up with more PD. Arend ran towards Aryan with his fist ready to attack.

But Aryan pulled Arend's clenched hand, and caught it. Then Arend's other hand Aryan 'bangkik' Arend's second hand towards the back.

Aryan held both hands of his son very firmly using his left hand. And with a quick movement Aryan's right hand pulled his clasp. (Oh, just hold the stomach open the buckle).

With the clasp he tied, locking Arend's hands behind his back.

Aryan and Arend's breathing roars sounded equally heavy.

..."Yeaaayy!! Papah won!"...

Zico cheered happily. Ayla immediately ran away towards Aryan and subconsciously hugged him, a hug that was so tight.

Seeing that all Arend was annoyed.

..."Aahs"...

Arend moved trying to untie Aryan's clasp on his hand.

..."You forgot me Ma!"...

Ayla took off her embrace on Aryan. Now he felt clumsy because of shame, and immediately approached Arend who was standing.

Ayla untied Arend's wrist. Arend touched his wrist which was painful. His gaze never left Aryan.

..."Say it for the first time. I can't wait to wait again."...

Aryan spoke while smiling triumphantly with his arrogant tone.

..."Th"...

Arend screeched and was about to leave the place, but his footsteps stopped hearing Aryan's screams.

..."You're a real man, aren't you?"...

Aryan repeated the sentence Arend had said to him. For Arend. That is his pride.

Without looking, Arend opened his voice.

..."I admit defeat. Papahs!"...

Aryan was so happy to hear that.

Arend went inside up the stairs to the room.

Aryan smiled so happily. Her lips were really like a powder backing. Inflates and curves perfectly.

Ayla now with full consciousness again dropped herself into the arms of Aryan. Zico still applauded enthusiastically at Bu Nana's company and other assistants.

..."You succeeded!"...

..."I beat him without hurting him."...

Aryan stroked Ayla's cheek that was wet from tears. Ayla looked so beautiful in Aryan's eyes, added with a sweet smile that developed.

..."Keep smiling, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep smiling like this."...

Aryan brought her lips closer to Ayla's lips.

..."Papahs!"...

..."Ooohhh ****."...

..."Not here. Seen people."...

Ayla steps in first leaving Aryan to approach Zico. The feeling of pleasure and shame mixed together was clearly visible in the frame of his face.

Arend and Aryan had already finished cleaning themselves up.

Arend who was feeling very tired decided to go to sleep. Zico falls asleep next to Arend.

Ayla treated Aryan's wounds, especially on the part of her face that looks like there are bruises. Aryan's lips look like a torn wound but very small, probably because of the impact that occurred with his teeth when hit Arend.

Ayla treated the area more carefully.

..."Ahhhh"...

Aryan grimaced sickly.

..."Sorry, is it really that sick?"...

Aryan nodded, then shook his head.

..."No, but you gave Ayla the wrong medicine.!"...

..."Huh huh? This remedy is correct, this antiseptic kills germs and prevents infections."...

Ayla looked seriously reading the liquid medicine she was holding.

..."This correct medicine is Ay!"...

Aryan's right hand was on Ayla's left cheek. Her four fingers were on her cheeks, and her thumb rubbed Ayla's lips gently and gently. That thing really looked tempting at the moment in Aryan's eyes.

Aryan closed her head, Ayla closed her eyes. Until with a slow movement of the two lips meet each other to let go of longing.

Aryan started to link to her perfectly. He misses the sweetness of those things.

Arya linked her lips to Ayla's lips deeper. Gaping, sipping. And exploring the inside is so hot.

Aryan and Ayla play the game as if they are enjoying a very sweet gulali candy.