Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
The Most Beautiful Honeymoon

"The desire is not wrong, Zahra. It's wrong that I can't control myself and I really do. That's the wrong one. No, no, right? I don't want to touch you one bit. I swear."

Oh, I cast a look of disbelief at him. "Only you and God know."

"Seriously.real."

"O yeah?"

"By God, I didn't touch you one bit back then."

"even if you want? Even if you have a chance because I'm not aware?"

He nodded, then got off the bed and walked up to me, kneeling before me holding my hand. "For God's sake, I appreciate you. I respect you as a woman. Because to me, you are something very precious, which I must guard and protect with all my soul."

"Goddess.thank you...."

He kissed the back of my hand. So romantic. "I love you, and you are the queen of my life."

Uuuh.is right said the man: the woman will be a queen in the hands of a proper man. "thank you. I'm lucky."

"Em, it's done, right, the ritual beautifies yourself?"

Eit dah, start. The wacky grin on his face puffed up perfectly.

"Come," he said, he got up, then, with a slight bow he immediately carried me. "I'll take my queen to her throne."

Ck!

Substantial... Oh, mad Ilham! With a giggle, he led me to the soft bed and directly overpowered me. "For God's sake, Zahra, this is a wonderful honeymoon for you."

Jeng. jeng....

Crazy one! How crazy! Mas Ilham kissed me hot and wild. A little rough and he took control of my mouth. His desire burned in a burning spirit.

"Mas, your kiss is-"

I nodded, and smiled, then realized that Mas Ilham took off my pajamas and all the clothes that were stuck on my body until they were scattered on the floor. Including removing the rest of the clothes on his body.

"Oh my God, Oh! Uhmm...!"

Crazy one! Very strong he can* the nape of my neck. And...

"Ukh!"

His fingers took control of my chest, he drowned me in rough play until all my muscles and nerves tightened perfectly. Indeed, Inspiration is like possessed by the god of love.

"You're mine" he whispered. "And this honeymoon will not be in vain."

Oh, for so long, now he's back to me with a touch of his tongue. The madness I miss so much from him. Mas Ilham dropped down on me, between my legs. With his passion mounting, he sucks his love heaven madly. I wonder*, enjoy, glide* equally crazy.

"Oh, Mum...! Oh, my God, my God. Mas... Oh...!"

Oh, mad Ilham! He made me unable to control myself to the point of not squealing and made my voice fill the room space. When he was done with the mischief of his tongue, he went back upstairs and followed along with me. With a look of his passion, Mas Ilham smiled with satisfaction.

"You're driving me crazy, Zahra."

Oh. he entered the recesses of my love. Diving deep. Immerse yourself with the male. Resilient. And with his strength he lulled me. Here, in this self, he fills me with warmth. With a sweet taste I can't explain.

Oh. beautiful. This feeling made me feel like I had reached nirvana. To the most beautiful paradise of love.

Really, with extra strength Mas Ilham jerked himself, as if the mattress buried us both and we melted into one. Without mercy, the scrumptious attack kept hitting me - tirelessly.

And now, that scent of love filled the room space. A sweet aroma, which will make me sleep in the peace of the night.

"I love you, Zahra."

Oh, Mr. Ilham. With you. I'm perfect. I really love you.