Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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A smile combined with a distinctive grin symbolizes happiness, as well as madness. Not only that, it also implies passionate desire. Mas Ilham was ready to be born inwardly for the happiness we had been waiting for in the long wait.

"Come to me, Baby," she said, shortly after she took off her shirt, then her trousers, she said, while I was still standing with a large glass of watermelon juice in my hand while drinking it a little and watching Mas Ilham's movements that made me fantasize wildly. So sexy.

Uh! How exciting!

"Well, I'm yours, Baby."

I approached, shoved a glass of juice on the lips of Ilham, let him drink a few sips, then put the glass on the floor within the reach of my hand. Dan, it's time.

On those sexy thighs that were only wrapped in tight boxers, I sat cross-legged, with both knees bent, a handsome face cupped in front of me, a face with jaws filled with fine hairs in my finger caresses. I was happy, and without my help, a beautiful smile practically split the face.

"I love you, Zahra."

Oh my God, the fireworks on my chest. All the bitter flavors we managed to go through, made this moment really feel wonderful. Like the moment of Ilham and Zahra who just knew each other, the sermon, the process to the wedding, until the time of the newlyweds, all felt clearly flashed in my mind.

And, right now, that warm kiss between our lips, it's like the first kiss that comes back to my memory. The first kiss in my room was at the first twilight of our wedding day two and a half months ago.

"I love you too, Mom."

"Em, do you want to warm up?"

"Hu 'um. Certainly is. Yuk?"

Oh my God, the ring is widening. He stroked my hair, then flicked it until the side of my left neck was exposed and he tasted it friendly there.

"You are beautiful, and you will always be beautiful in my eyes. Because of you, a beauty that will never fade with time."

Ah, dreadlocks. Those sweet words were thrown out for a moment before he buried his lips deeply at the nape of my neck. Later then...

"Eye?" our words coincided as we heard the voices of Umi and Laila heard from up ahead. I hurried from my position and rushed to the front door.

Umi's phone was left behind and she forgot where to put it. The ringtone is also off.

Waduh..complete already. The search began.

"But it can't be in the backyard, right, Umi?" I asked, and I was nervous. "Ee. if there is one, let it be if it is looking back. You guys don't go back."

Umi and Laila glanced at each other, then giggled. "What's behind, anyway, Ma'am?" seductive Laila while holding her lips.

"Yes, there is Mas Ilham, Dik. Again.swim. It's not good...."

Hmm. Laila base. His lips were getting less and less able to close. "Oooh.. swim..," the god again. "Swimming in the pool or.. where?"

"Eh, you." I snorted, but with a cry.

Yeah, a little lie that's impossible to succeed in front of Laila whose brain is filled with sobriety.

"Alhamdulillah met..," exclaimed Umi a few minutes later from the top of the stairs. "So Umi mopped above. It's forgetfulness."

Huuuh. I don't mean to be unhappy with what happened, let alone unhappy with Umi's presence, no. I also did not intend to expel. But I feel sorry for Mas Ilham who is back there. Must have been overheating due to the high voltage he was experiencing. Hiya, lebay....

"All that, Umi? No one else missed?" my many.

Umi nodded, and returned farewell. I who led them to the front door was asked to go straight in and lock the door. Because, now Umi so rada parno. So, it was only natural that he made sure that I had entered the house and locked the door, that he and Laila would leave. Yep, so.

After hearing the sound of my motorbike speeding away, I rushed to the backyard and found my husband really swimming, he dived to the bottom of the pool to cover his aura from the sight of people who might be going to the backyard. Poor him.