Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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The dawn was heard clearly from the mosque speakers near the house as our roar of breath stabilized. Mas Ilham who was still face down on me inched a little, dropped to my side and he smiled sweetly.

"Sorry to make you tired" he said.

I smiled back at him. "Em, and I'm surprised" I said. "You're even more violent, more savage, and fiercer than I ever thought."

Mas Ilham laughed at my words, and almost broke down. "Yeah, I just want to show you that I can be just as crazy as you. For my love for you, Zahra."

"We're married, Mom. You're still a munt."

"Mmm-hmm, don't want to" he said. "For the wife."

"You are, my... Mas. Basic, yes, sweet-mouthed man," my lead.

"Only to you, my dear." Then he glanced at the clock. "A half five. Still tired, huh?"

Actually yes. But I shook my head. "I think I can still stand," I said, inching to sit, following Mas Ilham who was sitting upright beside me.

"Prepare warm water first" said Mas Ilham, then he whispered. "Brake together, huh?"

Iyuuuh.

"Why are you grinning?"

He did not say anything, just stood up and walked to the bathroom. He just paused in front of the bathroom to pick up the towel that was sprawled on the floor.

At the table, there was a glass of water and it reminded me of my thirst. I shuffled up and got out of bed, went to the table and took the glass. Relief finally flowed into my throat after half a glass of water was gulped greedily. I'm shaking. Having a husband like Mas Ilham made me have to be diligent in bringing drinking water into the room, I thought. I also grinned widely considering the mighty stone of the adult man in the session of making love on the night of our bride.

"Come, take a shower" whispered Mas Ilham who knew it was close behind me.

O Lord. His two firm arms encircle my body and guerrilla in the chest.

Suddenly horrified, I said to him, "Mas, you, you take a bath first."

"I want to shower with you. And I don't want to hear rejection."

I heard a possessive tone from my husband's voice. A man who can't be silenced so easily.

"Don't reject me, Zahra," she whispered as smooth as silk, then she poked the nape of my neck with her sexy lips. The feathers on his jaw tickled back.

Original. He made me giggle amusedly. "What do you want, Mom?" my many. "I'm tired...."

"What do I want?" he asked back. Then, I have not had time to say, his teeth have re-set, as if through the skin of my neck and he is a strong* there.

I shudder. Quailed. Jemari and the wide palm of Mas Ilham also participated in a great guerrilla in the chest.

That grown man really horrified me. Sin, no, yes, rejects the husband if his position is like this?

But I'm just quiet. New time to take the first night with him I have to express rejection? And more than that, I don't know yet whether the rejection will hurt her and offend her, or not?

"So, what? You likey?" whisper in the ear.

I'm nodding.

"Wisdom, honey?"

"Em."

"I will always be the best for you. Which equates to your madness. In fact, if I had to, I could fuck like a mentally ill person with you. I'll always try to do that, Zahra."

Oh, Mr. Ilham. His words are so crumbling. I try, try to enjoy and absorb every energy of love that he tries to channel into me. But...

He's giggling....

"You're really insatiable, yeah." he said.

I scowled, wanting to sulk because he only wanted to harm me. "You're a bitch!" whinek. My lips are two inches forward.

"I'm sorry, my dear." said Mas Ilham. "But we have to take a shower and a bath first. Don't sulk." He smiled, and his hands grew tighter around my waist. "Later in the afternoon, yeah. After friday. I promise," he persuaded.

Jeez... who?

But I still feel bad to say that I'm just trying to serve him as best I can. And, accepting what I was barely able to do anymore. I'm not saying I'm tired. Or maybe he's just measuring my abilities? Ah, I don't know. To be sure, married a good man like Mas Ilham figure, I must keep it right, I said. I don't want to be the slightest bit I said to be something sharp and hurt her heart and feelings. Even if accidentally, I don't want to. I need to be a person who acts more carefully.

Remember, Zahra, you are no longer a girl. You now have an honorable status: as a wife. And, instead, I just nodded and told him, "Alright." I put on a smile. "I'll give you the best service in the afternoon."

"Well," he said later, "it's time we take a bath...."

Oh, I screamed in shock, without the cue the burly man carried me with both arms. Again, he looked like a madman.

In the bathroom, Mas Ilham dropped me under the shower, and immediately turned the faucet. Plus...

"Mmmmmmmm...."

All four times my husband kissed my lips, silenced my mouth, and scoured my throat with his naughty tongue. And how tightly his arms encircle my body. So that, in his taste, my bones could be crushed.

For a moment, I was speechless. Inspiration forced me to bend my body backwards. "Really, Zahra," he whispered, his breath blowing fine hair on my forehead, "you really make me so addicted." Then -- then, without knowing exactly how it happened - he was kissing me. Her lips slid back over my lips, nibbling, tasting, and searching very gently, while her fingers sluggishly stroked over my feet, pulling her up around her waist. Then, Gently, Ilam swept his tongue back to my tongue. Asking, pleading without words. As if to answer her, my hand that pressed her chest moved upwards, touching her neck, clutching her hair, until the hot lips came down leaving my mouth, down the sweet trail and stopped in my chest. Really, he - Mas Ilham..crazy there, makes me wonder* strong as he immerses his face and madly makes me red infinitely.

Oh, my God, to be honest, it was amazingly delicious. And if only I were fit, how much I wanted us to make love again. Crazy again until out of control. But yes, that's it. That's enough for now.

There's still plenty of time, Zahra. I smile. "Body, Mas" I whispered after he removed his lips and sharp teeth from my body. "Later in the afternoon, yeah. Just prepare your strength, I look forward to it."

Huh! She was already completely addicted to that pleasure - making love to me which was halal for her.

But unfortunately your Zahra is exhausted, Mas Ilham. Really tired....