A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
MAY SAMAWAH

The wooden bed belonging to the previous owner of the house is indeed obsolete. Maybe not strong to hold the burden of two people at once or indeed he is embarrassed because both are romantic-romantic. The wooden buffer of the middle bed was broken when Al Fath approached Fara, making both mired to the bottom of the floor of the room, fortunately the bed was still quite soft, but the shame was loh!!! Make the heartache happen.

"The bed is blind!" Al Fath helped Fara rise.

"Then the deck was rich, see we were both friendly," after Fara came out from under the middle hole of the bed, Al Fath lifted things on the bed to see the damage.

"Pantes aja pan tat Fara was sick bang, that's tajem wood until that prick!" show Fara.

"Kempes not pan tatnya? Here's brother see?!" kekeh Al Fath's.

"Eh! Ihhh," Fara brushed off the hand of Al Fath who wanted the mode.

The first night event that was supposed to end romantically ended tragically, poor old bed.

"Tomorrow, you throw it away, while sleeping on the floor first huh deck?" ask Al Fath while removing one by one the bed components that block and fix the mattress to be comfortable to use sleep.

"Already," said Al Fath gave information if the mattress is ready to be used to sleep, Fara smiled and quickly crawled into the mattress, covering herself as a neck.

"Dek," Al Fath stabbed Fara's arm covered in a blanket with his index finger.

"Yes?" Fara turned her back to face Al Fath.

"Abang was going to say hay same as your lips," he said to the point. Oh come on! The time has gone up turmoil left alone.

"Hay Fath's brother! Haven't you?" return it as good as chicken porridge without toppings. Al Fath chuckled silently, either plain or on purpose.

"You're so embarrassed to let the brother start," he slashed the distance with Fara and pulled the girl's body for him to hug, Fara slightly jolted with Al Fath's attitude, but what could he do? It is his right.

His second face is now not spaced with Al Fath who continues to look intensely at the lips of Ranum Fara, his jaw up and down signifies that this man has really been unable to resist.

"Bang, man,"

"Hm,"

For this, Al Fath does not need to learn from anyone, even though he never had experience with women in quotation marks, it is common knowledge that the bawdy chatter of soldiers laden with s3x often occurs either when gathering or when fieldwork outside.

The hand that gripped Al Fath's front shirt did not undo Al Fath's intention to feel the sweetness of Fara's lips. Not a luxury hotel or jasmine inn that became their place to mum but floated on mattress number 2 among the rubble of a dilapidated bed, anti-mainstream...

Fara's breathing roar was irregular, he swallowed a difficult saliva, not daring to look into those darkened eyes. When the two chewy objects have landed in his Fara prefers to close his eyes, feel something he has never felt before, Fara is not an old-fashioned bo doh girl nan kudet, it's just that at the age of 23 he had never felt the name of dating not because of inattention but he refused on the grounds of having a girlfriend makes life complicated! The experience of his friends who are often upset, indistinct anger, giggling, crying, and crazy at the same time alias grin-cengar himself make him ogah have a girlfriend, she is a free-spirited girl.

Gentler, gentler,

Sweetness, sweetness,

There is still a mint taste of toothpaste and mouthwash.

Sorry for the cut! For bocil please immerse yeee🤣🤣🤣 Fear there is anything that mrembes or stand upright, maap-maap kite no responsibility nih.

Like this it feels, bak feel something that makes opium. A kind of hero in or maybe gan ja that can make the brain float forget the land.

Al Fath increasingly dominates Fara, his lips as if at home lingering there, licking, gabbing and mel um4t occasionally biting and sucking red objects nan Ranum Fara at the same time exchanging saliva. He did not hesitate to attach the neat tooth fence Fara one by one, introducing himself as a new occupant who will settle down and every time visited the mouth of Fara.

"Eunghhh.." leng uh Fara, his voice made Al Fath's brain think even more wildly. At this time Al Fath's big hand was melangbuana feel the softness of the skin of Fara's body, making the owner goosebumps disco and weakened simultaneously. Both are completely in control of human instincts thirst for caress.

Fara's grip gradually began to loosen as Al Fath's lips that dropped towards the neck increasingly suck the power of the girl to helpless, maybe down there already seeped.

Al Fath's hand pulls the tip of Fara's shirt, raising it to a tusk above the chest, displaying something more beautiful than the garden of love. Her brain responds to give her touch and kiss there, so that Fara knows if it's all hers now. With a few times the hook movement was just released, he was not an expert but if you practice every day Al Fath sure can do it in one movement only.

He lowered the rope and removed the cover of the beautiful object while the owner stared timidly.

"Any shame," but he did not reveal the voice, which he would now want nothing to prevent.

In order to expel the shame and fear of Fara, he gently rubbed the beloved object until Fara returned to mele nguh when the soft surface was touched. Even his face was aligned there, quickly and greedily Al Fath devoured it, until Fara gasped and held firmly on Al Fath's head. The bite and suction left a reddish mark.

Fara was completely helpless because under there Al Fath's hand did not escape touching and ransacking his goddess with his naughty touch, bringing with it a burning feeling of floating into the clouds. The sahan and leng uhan Fara flow beautifully filled every corner of this greenhouse room, hopefully not to leak.

Al Fath took off all in the midst of true pleasure, making Fara immediately realized if the situation was plain, suddenly he pulled a blanket to cover the body.

"Don't close it, brother just started," the heavy voice was so raucous that he half gasped, apparently the man was undressing himself.

Fara was stunned to find a beautiful sculpture in front of him, brightly beautiful the owner always keep it formed like that, the stomach that is formed on his hard training every day, and the clay muscles are forged heavy loads every time. His view is focused on the bottom.

"Abang, Fara.." Fara had not yet moved to his feet because of nervousness and fear of sudden coming, Al Fath had ambushed him in his arms and again locked Fara in the confinement of his large body.

"You're ashamed not to be looked at," Fara turned her face to the side as Al Fath made room to pass the blanket covering Fara's body.

"Lillahi Ta'ala'ala's goddamn grandfather, right?" Fara allowed the two to look at each other, "ikhlas," he replied, a line of smiles Al Fath let out a sense of comfort as his hands widened Fara's legs, Al Fath directed hers with a do'a accompaniment that she muttered in Fara's ears, Fara's adorable face instantly turned grimacing, though there were no cries of roaring. A speck of clear water melt in the tail of the eyes and the face sobbing Fara indicates if it is painful, there was an inaudible tearing sound down there as Al Fath stomped forcing his own into the hole of his wife's goddess until it was fully embedded, as well as Fara's two hands clutching the bedsheet. Al Fath paused and let hers linger in the goddess Fara for a moment, giving the woman under her confinement time to breathe, before the ngadon dedek event began.

Slowly the thing began to misbehave, by pushing back, swiping and twisting in there. They do not even hesitate to sound clucking when fighting to make a rhythm that sweeps these two people into the mouth of endless affection. Al Fath's puncture and pumping is accelerating as time ticks on, leaving the twins of Fara's prized assets moving up and down.

"Ahhh, brother.." it's messed up down there, the confusion of looking for a handle, brother, al Fath's property felt increasingly crowded Fara's cavity down there until shortly he felt something dut and gushed into him fully. The cold nights don't affect the temperature of the room here, they burn. There was no time limit or how much the vanilla melt was coming out of Al Fath which was clearly both satisfied that night. Now the two are completely united, uniting sweat, uniting saliva and uniting the two genes that produce Al Fath and Fara junior. May this be the fertilizer of the love story of both in order to strengthen the household sakinah, mawadah, warahmah.