Aksara For Arsyilla
Barriers Free Signal
“So would you like to reward me?” ask Aksara suddenly.
Arsyilla herself has not yet answered. The woman was still sitting on her husband's lap, and was commenting on the smile at the corner of her lips. Even though her heart was pounding, this time Arsyilla had to give certainty to her husband.
Not answering, in fact Arsyilla actually cupped her husband's face with both palms. The woman eroded the distance of her face with her husband and anchored his lips, peeling the soft and supple surface of her husband's lips.
“Iya,” reply Arsyilla once have distanced her face distance.
Aksara smiled widely, not thinking this time his wife would grant what she asked for. Didn't think that Arsyilla was giving him a little lethargy. For he knew that his wife held to her principles, and was afraid of insecurity, but this time Arsyilla wanted to give her what she wanted.
Arsyilla kissed her husband's lips again, kissed the surface of the lips until they both clucked, and swept his tongue on the lips. Sipping the folds of her husband's lips alternately up and down. The woman closed her eyes, as if she really wanted to enjoy her feelings this time for her husband.
The woman's hand moved that squeezed her husband's hair, touched the surface of her husband's ears slowly, the movement of her hands dropped and gently stroked Aksara's neck. Until he made the man lift his face up and let his wife play around on him.
Arsyilla smiled at the reaction her husband showed. The woman's lips slowly descended and landed wet and warm kisses on her husband's neckline, her hands guerrilla and peeling behind the t-shirt her husband wore. Groped her husband's square chest, touched her husband's sturdy back, and her lips again kissed Aksara's lips.
“Ah, Syilla .. you,” said Aksara with a sigh.
As if the way his wife held him, touched him, stroked him now is actually igniting the fire in the character. The man wants to enjoy everything the wife does over her body.
Until finally the hand of Aksara moves and touches the hand of Arsyilla to the core of his body that has been fully stiffened, all kisses, all pagutans, all pagutan, all the touches given by his wife really make him hot cold right now.
Sighing, Arsyilla moved down from her husband's lap.
“Kak, can?” ask the woman.
The script nodded, giving the woman complete access to do anything against it. Aksara rests her back on the sofa and will enjoy all the actions that Arsyilla is doing.
The woman, for the first time, dared herself to touch the heirloom of the husband. Squeezing it slowly, his heart was pounding right now. However, his desire seemed to say to be able to do more. For that, Arsyilla again grasped the heirloom, moving it up and down. I can't tell how the husband reacted above.
Aksara then rose, his hands moved so quickly and precisely, then brought Arsyilla back to sit on his lap.
“It's enough, play it,” said Aksara later.
Both of them brought their lips to meet again, say hello, back to fencing, tasting, melu-mat, and kiss him more deeply. Both hands Aksara, trying to lift the t-shirt worn by his wife, to make the shirt come off and Aksara immediately threw it away. The man opened his eyes, when he saw the lace wrapping on his wife's chest area, a soft pink color. Without permission, Aksara's hand squeezed the twin mounds, pressing them down slowly, one hand slipped behind Arsyilla's back to make the wrapper come off.
The man then took off the shirt he still used. Then he, stripped the remnants of the cloth attached to the bodies of the two. The script slightly raised Arsyilla's body, landing the woman's butt in her lap, on her thigh. Uniting the core of her two bodies, Arsyilla closed her eyes and squeezed the strands of her husband's hair.
Aksara brought his hands back down the soft skin of Arsyilla, touch it, give touches that seemed to ignite the particles that make the body both more ignited, increasingly hot, and so on, and getting wet from the sweat that comes out just like that. Presents a clay and wet impression.
The man's lips moved and kissed the top of the peach, gave a sweep with his tongue, and gave small bites there. It does not take long, the peach peak was swollen and wet.
Arsyilla's waist moved following her instincts. In the forward and backward movement, he was getting more chaotic this time. Several times Arsyilla even moaned and increasingly gripped her husband's shoulder. Friction after friction that occurs makes both equally burned.
Arsyilla's body was so sensually shriveled, in the vague urge of desire that it was vaguely felt as her husband's heirloom pressed down just below. Friction that is able to drain each gallon on his own body.
The woman bristled more, as the fingers of Aksara's hands continued down the skin of her back, felt her thighs, even toyed with her peaches. Both of them moved in a spark that seemed to be getting more and more embroidered.
The script was completely burnt, until the man unceasingly explored his wife's body. His fingers were busy twisting one peach, and his lips were devouring so greedily the other peach. Until the sighs repeatedly flowed from the lips of Arsyilla. The hot activity that actually burned both of them at this time.
“Ah, Kak Aksara .. I can not stand it anymore,” the confession finally came out also from the lips of Arsyilla.
Yes, the woman felt that she had reached the limit of her defense. Can no longer be ignited by all the activities her husband does on her. This time, Arsyilla chose not to be a shy princess. Both are husband and wife. Her own husband had completely ignited her body with a surge, and had Arsyilla at the limit of her defense.
Hearing the wife's confession, Aksara quickly moved, carrying Arsyilla in her cradle, in her arms and laying her down. Aksara directly overtook him.
“Honey,” Aksara was growling. Actually not only Arsyilla who ignited, himself also ignited.
The woman closed her eyes more and more as she felt the urge for the sake of insistence, blasphemy for the sake of blasphemy. The asductive movements that her husband made, going in and out, pressing and stabbing were absolutely heady.
Aksara then opened his wife's legs. Placing himself right in the middle of it, directing his inheritance to the heavenly cup of his wife. Without warning, he entered.
Robust.
Deep.
Quick.
Stabbed until his vortex sank into his wife's heavenly cup. The tight, warm, clutches inside made Aksara close her eyes several times, a feeling that made the man lose his mind. Until finally Aksara realized that he could no longer survive any longer.
So Aksara growled, clutching Arsyilla's body with his hand. Until finally the chaotic and blasphemous movement of the seductif brings the Aksara to the brink of endless pleasure. As the liquid of his love gushed in there, the man actually exploded, breaking out like sparks of fireworks with his fire flowers scattered in the sky.
Both of them are equally smashed, ignited by the burning love, and wrap both in the pleasure of love that they regrow together.