Chasing Barokah
MB46. ADVENTURE WITH YOU

Neta had been feeling out of breath since just now, not because Jaka was so intensely drowning himself in her, but he was so nervous when Jaka said he wanted more than just to touch the soft lips of Neta that felt like a collection of clouds. Because obviously Jaka's hand was already playing around between the ends of the Neta clothes and pulling them little by little. Uncovers the pajamas that Neta wears in slow motion.

The distinctive mint fragrance of toothpaste slurped on Neta's nose, waving like an anesthetic scent so that she drifted in the rhythm of Jaka's love strings without a fight. He had no idea how red his face was now, which was obvious as he whined annoyed that the unromantic Jaka was the waving of the circuit flag for the man to immediately take the start. There is no need for articles or guidebooks to do this kind of thing, with reflexes instinctively neta draping one free hand, which was then followed by the response of other hand movements that he forced although slightly grimacing.

A burning sensation makes the pain deferred. Jaka leads Neta to it, on her own accord. Jaka knew there was a flash of flame in the eyes of the wife. Bulshittt if in a relationship only men have symptoms of fiery lak, because in fact women also have nav suu.

"You want to take off the arm sling?" whispered Jaka, Neta nodded, although next Jaka led Neta's hand to remain silent on her neck to remain stable and not hurt.

Sure enough, Jaka kept his promise to do everything gently with affection. Obviously he treated Neta so special and careful, making him feel comfortable even in conditions that have not healed properly.

There are no pranks, and a rude attitude like an animal. The huge palm passed every piece of cloth that was attached to the body of Neta. Touching every inch of smooth skin and sleek uk his wife's body, "beautiful."

This opportunity is not wasted, when else he can get Shanneta this late and sebasrah. As a man, he is certainly adept at touching according to instinct without having to be a professional and try to be adventurous first. He wanted to adventure only with one Shanneta, to climb the winding hill, down the intoxicating valley, to fly together following the rate of wind gusts until it exploded and melted into one.

Shanneta is the definition of the angel of heaven, which can make his sane brain is now lost somewhere because what is in his brain is touching Shanneta.

All the parts belonging to Shanneta look so beautiful and ripe, mature in time, make his body heat up and craze.

"So," somehow his voice could be this kind of fun and shameful.

"Slow down," her eyes pleaded to add more attraction and a sense of excitement from Jaka's wild self.

What Neta realized now Jaka was not covered anything and was dashing on it, so he could no longer swallow saliva that felt thickened and dry. Touch after touch opening Jaka made him feel cradled and swung in the air until his skin bristled and unknowingly if both legs had been widened. Neta felt her heart touched by Jaka and was carried soaring above the clouds when the sound of a melodious shahdu chanting in her ears as a love spell was able to vibrate the heart, Neta was happily treated like a noble woman by the god of love.

Neta did not get to see when it initially hurt when Jaka immersed himself into the goddess he had been guarding for approximately 24 years. As slashed in the slate, only the whimper of pain that Neta complained about, "sick Jaka," his hand clasped Jaka's neck. There is no answer that Jaka gave, but the kiss on his forehead and chest is a painkiller that increasingly subsides with the stomping movements that Jaka made rhythmic and soft tempo.

Neta escaped the strange sounds of disgusting from her mouth which is precisely the more she voiced Jaka's eyes increasingly look fiery.

Who is Jaka really? God of love or the angel of pleasure? Neta hates her now, I don't know what her glass look is like down there. All she knows is that she now has the title of Madam Jaka.

Like never feeling tired, Jaka stomped again and again, not caring about the shame Neta said if he was sweaty and chaotic. Because for Jaka, Neta is getting more beautiful.

Neta down the sculptured face firmly Jaka with her clingy fingers, under the dimness of the room lamp the right good looks is Jaka one, nothing else.

"Still," said Jaka when the two returned scooped up a sense of pleasure until it felt the air supply was exhausted, and the ultimate movement was closed by a warm kiss full of love.

Swim until you find something to grow, and be the fruit of your love with Shanneta Amber.

"Joe, I'm tired."

Jaka rolled his body beside Neta, neutralizing the roar of breath and sweat that had been pouring into Neta's sweat.

By his glance Neta was completely helpless, even to just open his eyes he was very tired.

Jaka raised the edge of the blanket to cover the entire body of Neta, "good night sleep beautiful neng, madam Perjaka," whispered a gentle swipe stroking Neta's forehead. Then he came down from the bed and picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.

A soft touch of coldness strongly disturbed the beautiful neng this one.

"Mmhh," muttered Neta with a flick of the hand to drive away any intruders on her break. He was tired, tired. He's as sore as ever. Like being thrown back during the accident yesterday, his body felt a crumble, especially in the core, pa ha, and part of the dadha.

Not flinching with the touch that Jaka gave on the shoulder, now Jaka's cold hand touched and rubbed his cheek, "neng, it's dawn.sayang kalo kelewat,"

The cup!

The cup!

The cup!

Not that Neta who reacted precisely Jaka who now laughs crisply because the third time his kiss was even considered his wife's sweep nina bobo to be more asleep again, "neng.." he called again.

Although Jaka could not bear to now dip his cold hands into the blanket and touch the stomach swallow Neta jank made this woman jerked in shock.

"Joe!" ketus grumbling.

"Wake up, it's morning. Later on dole again sleep if already clean, same prayer breakfast." Tell Jaka to help Neta wake up.

"Body I'm sealing it all now, it's rich in accidents again. Help me to mule up the bones I dong, very sick, have you still feel odd--" admitted vul gar, no longer shy.

Jaka just chuckled sneering, "ah time? If it's free dong I pull, mendingan entered again-yuk ah!"

"Eh, uh!" let Neta take Jaka's hand away from him.

"Do you want to bathe or bathe yourself?" ask Jaka.

"alone. Your ease, "his hiss is ferocious, returning to Shanneta's normal mode.

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Huhhhh, how is it. I can have it at this hour, can't be more choppy. It depends on the review process of the entunya yes guys. Intentionally not full gar because I don't usually write menji jikan stuff. May you like, if not hot, read it while berendem same stewed eggs aja 😂