Dawn for Laila
I'm yours, Mas!

Laila's breathing was really fast, not to mention that Dawn's hands started to go down to caress her neckline, down that smooth neck niche. Laila's hand squeezed the tip of her lingerie, she couldn't possibly reject her husband, she knew very well that it was a sin to refuse the husband's request.

No words were spoken from the lips of Dawn, he looked calm but not silent. His hands skillfully lowered the red lingerie strap until it fell along the elbow. Of course, the chest area started to drop. Laila tried to hold back the cloth that had started to fall around her chest. However, it was not that easy that Laila could withstand it.

The hand of Dawn quickly brushed off the hand of the wife and grasped it tightly.

"Bag!!!"

Laila's blood started to rustle, her soul started to churn, her body started to heat up coldly, let alone Dawn so close to her. Even the man's breath felt warm at the nape of his neck.

Laila turned her back to her husband. But their bodies are so close. Of course Laila could not think clearly, she clasped Fajar's hand even more tightly because at that time Dawn began to kiss Laila's shoulder with a friendly kiss.

"Can I ask him now? Have my wife for the first time?" the Dawn whispered in Laila's ear.

Laila rounded her eyes and immediately turned her back towards the husband. Laila could not help her embarrassment, let alone that lingerie had started to come down and regardless of her body, the silk satin cloth was so slippery and so soft, that it was so easy to escape from Laila's beautiful body.

Laila close her body to her husband, because she is not wearing anything, only the last protector that will certainly be released from her body soon. Surely Dawn was getting hotter and colder, let alone the two objects stuck perfectly to his chest.

Laila had no other choice, she couldn't just refuse him. Because it is now the official status of being the wife of a Dawn, although it is not yet bound by state law. But at least their relationship is religiously sound.

"If that's what you want, I can't refuse it, from the bottom of my heart, tonight I'm ready to give myself up for my husband. I'm yours, Mas!" the voice sounded so soft it forced Fajar to want to hug his wife.

Laila resigned to what Dawn would do next. The girl returned the embrace of Dawn full of affection, and finally ...

Dawn is not experienced in this. However, he can understand how to create stimuli to start their relationship. Self-taught, yes maybe that's what Dawn is doing right now. Without guidance from anyone they know by themselves instinctively.

The room was deliberately not lit, Dawn only saw the wife in the dark, even though it was like that. His hands were still very skilled and it was as if he had his own eyes there.

Bismillah Allahhumma jannibnas Syaithona wa jannibis Syaithona maa rozaqtana.

Laila tried to endure that pain, a pain that a woman used to experience when her hymen was torn for the first time. However, Dawn tried not to make his wife too sick. He stopped for a quarter of the way.

"illness?" said the man while rubbing Laila's hair. Laila nodded her head, how could Laila not be in pain. Just this time there was something trying to tear down the virginity fort he had been guarding. But behind the pain there is a very opiate taste.

"Why did you stop, Mom?" sahut Laila while touching the face of the husband.

"You're in pain. I'm afraid that if I'm gonna hurt you, are we gonna delay?" dawn's reply suddenly made Laila hold him.

Actually, Fajar was very happy to hear his wife's answer. Because he was actually expecting to continue. Because Laila looks in pain, she does not want to be selfish by delaying to do so.

Without asking any more, Dawn immediately did as the wife said. The dark room became a silent witness of two people who were doing their nature as a couple. Doing worship that is mutually pleasing to each other, love each other and give each other happiness.

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Elsewhere, Agung is currently in custody with reports of mistreatment. The man had to settle for being in prison for five years and losing his trust in the office where he worked, his life began to slowly crumble, moreover, he often gets rough treatment from fellow inmates, from being ignited by cigarettes, kicked and even beaten by fellow prisoners.

The condition of the man in prison is very, very sad.

Although, Ratna. The woman's life is increasingly concerning, her body began to thin and the aura of her face is getting duller, the woman lives by relying on the rest of the savings she has. After being convicted by doctors of cervical cancer, Ratna's life is increasingly lackluster.

Luckily there was Bi Munah who always faithfully accompanied Ratna. The woman was sorry to see the condition of Ratna without relatives and relatives. Sometimes Bi Munah was sad when Ratna called Laila's name in her sleep.

"Oh Allah, Miss Ratna! What sin did Ratna commit, so that God gave this kind of suffering. Forgive Miss Ratna, O God!" Bi Munah hopes there is a miracle coming for Ratna who is sick with cervical cancer.

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At around 3am, after Laila and Dawn went through the most thrilling times of the night, Laila accidentally dreamed about Ratna as if her sister was wearing a shroud. Laila woke up and yelled out the name Ratna.

"Mister Ratna!"

Dawn instantly awoke when the voice sounded loud enough.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" tanya Fajar hugged his wife.

"I dreamt about Sister Ratna, Mas! I'm afraid something will happen to him."

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