Conscious Mistress Married Man Sholeh
You Sick?
"Yes, I've been bald, Ras."
Al-Ghazali answered honestly with a sweet smile plastered on his face. The barrel of the mangosteen, he did not ask much more.
"Sorry, I haven't bought your clothes yet! Later after you rest, I will take you shopping. But, the clothes that you have to buy are still a game and some home clothes!"
Al-Ghazali confirmed at the end of the sentence. If not, Laras back to wear clothes of the poor (less material).
Laras nodded his head quickly. She obeyed her husband.
"May, I'm up to you, Mas. But, later the game is like this well. Adem's ingredients!" pinta Laras holding the cloth.
Al-Ghazali nodded his head. He walked into the dressing room, and picked up his big shirt. Then, he gave it to Baras.
"Now use this! Later in the afternoon just buy new clothes," cried Al-Ghazali made Laras smile sweet. The beautiful girl accepted it.
She immediately undressed in front of her husband without shame. Why should I be ashamed? After all, Al-Ghazali is her husband.
Al Ghazali who saw him gulped roughly. The man immediately threw his face in the other direction. I don't want to see the beautiful scenery in front of him.
"He's halal to you, Al. Let's say ... don't be shy," the inner Al-Ghazali made the man realize that Laras was legitimately his wife.
The young man who just last night felt the pleasure of entering the cave, immediately hugged Laras from behind. He put his chin on Laras' plain shoulder.
"Are you really tired?" al-ghazali asked in a raucous voice.
The barrel that heard him gulped his saliva roughly.
"Yes tired .." Laras replied in a soft voice.
Al-Ghazali who heard it also did not have much negotiation. He did not force his will. It is true that in Islam, the wife is obliged to serve the husband whenever the husband wants.
However, the husband must also make the wife happy. Including giving enough rest. Marriage is not just about body relationships.
"Yes, just go to sleep!" Al-Ghazali distanced his body from Laras. The man was about to move from there. However, Laras hugged him from behind.
"But I want you, Mas" whispered Laras in the man's ear.
"His rest is all after we ekhm ekhm," the girl added making Al-Ghazali's cheeks red blushing.
She bit her lips as Laras rubbed her checkered stomach.
"Other drugs yuk," asked Laras slowly to make Al-Ghazali out of control.
Barrel smiled in his heart. Her husband was very gentle, in contrast to the man who had fucked her first.
Rough and heartless.
"illness?" ask Al-Ghazali in between games.
"No, Mas."
Ten minutes later.
"illness?"
"No, Mas."
Twenty minutes later.
"illness?"
"No, Mas."
Thirty minutes later.
"illness?"
"Oh my goodness, my. Again you ask me pain .. I kiss your lips well!" laras jolt with a stammering voice made Al-Ghazali smile thinly.
"illness?" al-ghazali asked intentionally.
"Basic naughty." Baras kissed her husband's lips.
Believe me, they both love each other. Laras is Al-Ghazali's first and last love. So was Laras, although Al was not the first man to marry her. Al-Ghazali will be the last.
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