Hijrah Love Casanova
Moving Slowly.
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A red hue of embarrassment was increasingly visible on Shafira's face. Especially after Zayn managed to get rid of the blanket and the hand of the girl who was willing to cover her valuable assets.
"Why should you wear lingerie if you feel uncomfortable?" zayn asked with a faint smile that was barely noticeable as Fira also lowered her head.
"I-I just want to make Mas happy. I. I'm afraid Mas feels--"
The shuuit!
Zayn pressed his index finger against Fira's lips and said. "Honey, I really love you because of God, not because of the lust that wants to be the same as other men. You are still beautiful even if you wear long sleepwear. Next time, if you're not comfortable don't wear clothes like this again huh." the young man raised his wife's chin. Made Fira stare at her husband's eyeballs as well.
"Mas doesn't want to torture you just because of this kind of problem."
"I'm sorry, I thought..." The embarrassed Fira mixed happily because her husband understood that she was uncomfortable directly hitting the chest of the sturdy field. He hugged Zayn's body tightly, wearing only a short shirt.
That also makes Zayn as a normal man feel there is something hardened behind the shorts he wears. Moreover, he had repeatedly felt the pleasure of uniting with his paid women first.
However, Zayn still remained silent and hugged his wife's body only wearing a thin translucent cloth.
"If it's like this I can't help myself. Not to do it."
Inner Zayn whose breath is already heavy. He was still trying to hold it in because he did not want to rush which made Fira frightened. That's what the ex-Cassanova thought.
"Ma-mas why?" Fira looked up and looked at her husband's jakun up and down as she breathed her heavy breath.
But after asking Fira who is not a little girl immediately knew the cause. Moreover, a hard object that stuck on his flat stomach.
"Honey, I'm good---"
The cup!
"I'm yours, Mas. Do your duty because I will also serve my husband as Sharia is in our religion."
Zayn who could not help but pull gently on the nape of Fira and smirked his wife's lips. However, before Zayn had said bismillah and do'a first.
Zayn is warming up like never before. He gives small touches. However, it still makes Fira in the fog made.
The sexy lingerie Fira wore had been torn by Zayn's burly hands. In one pull alone the object is already lying on the floor of the room. Without them both knowing it does not use a single thread.
Fira's plain body now has some Kiss Mark from her husband. The young man gave possession marks on his neck, chest, even on the slopes of his wife's twin mountains. Making Fira moan as Zayn devours the mountains that are rotting away in turn.
Ahhh!
"Eum... Ahh!" shafira's melodious voice that made Zayn smile was satisfied.
"Yes..." Fira stared at Zayn unable to bear the strange sensation he had never felt in his entire life.
Making the handsome young man stop from his activities. Then because it was equally not strong any longer Zayn also carried out his duties as a husband who must provide birth and mind to his wife.
"Aaagh! Oh.. sa-sick!" moaning Fira who gripped tightly on her husband's back. The girl's tears were dripping along with fresh blood flowing on the white-colored bed linen. The rose petals were once beautiful. Now it's scattered on the bedside floor.
Zayn who knew that Fira was in pain just kept quiet did not work on his Lele.
"I'm sorry, dear" he said he felt sorry for his wife. Not like before when it had managed to break the hymen of the mercenary girls. Zayn was racing fast. So that makes a scrumptious scream sound from the girls.
The cup!
Zayn kissed his wife's forehead, cheeks and lips. Then he began to warm up so that his wife could relax. After feeling Fira started to enjoy again. Then he moved slowly.
... SERIATE...🤣 ...
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