Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
My Mad Husband

In fact, I never know why for men is preferred for congregational prayer in the mosque, while for women it is preferred to pray at home. And, the matter that had never been thought of for my brain, I thought of it now. For, at this time - this is my first dawn to be associated with Mas Ilham, he told me that: tomorrow - tomorrow he will pray dawn, magrib, and isya in the mosque, including one of the sublime. Except, on holidays where we both have no teaching hours, then he will pray at home. But, he promised me that he would always pray the prayer with me, and become my prayer priest. However, there are times when, he will also pray the dawn prayers and my magribku occasionally.

"God, as much as I can, I will always be fair to you."

Eh?

"What does that mean, Mom? I sensi lo if you talk about justice."

Mas Ilham giggled. "Geez, honey...." He pinched the second squash of my chubby cheeks. "I mean.fair when it comes to worship. The balance between my fitrah as a Muslim and my fitrah as a husband and head of the household. It's not about that you're afraid of."

I keep frowning. "Take a look," I said.

And, at that moment Mas Ilham grabbed me until we both rolled and overlapped on the floor. Fucking moron. "Don't doubt me" he said, his remarks were almost like a threat and not a plea.

"Ih. wake up..," I whine.

"Say yes first," he forced.

"Yes what?"

"Don't doubt me, Zahra."

"Yes, Mom...."

"Yes what?"

"Yes.. I won't doubt your loyalty, okay?"

"good. Keep in mind and be remembered. Don't doubt my loyalty. Understood?"

Ih, basic. He made me tickle mixed with horror. I also nodded. "Yes, Mas Ilham, I understand" I said.

But he never moved, just the opposite, Mas Ilham oppressed me for real. I mean, really putting his entire body weight on top of my body. Weight? Don't ask.

Oh my... Mas Ilham kissed me, and his palm cupped my law, lightly stroking it, giving rise to a tremor that slowly pervaded my soul. I opened my mouth to breathe, and Mas Ilham kissed me again -- with his tongue, bursting in, probing the inside of my mouth. He filled me in every way, as if intending that our bodies -- no, our souls - melt into one.

"Mas... You're okay, anyway...?" my peek.

He's grinning. "Why indeed? Is something wrong?"

"Not wrong."

"Well, continues?"

"Well, isn't this rude? We're still on the prayer mat, lo. I'm still wearing mukena."

While remaining in awe, Mas Ilham nodded. "OK," he said. Then he sat back up straight. And...

Ih. He makes me panic. Mas Ilham's hands immediately slipped down my back and thighs, he carried me up to the bed and opened my face.

"Well, we're not on the prayer mat, and you're not wearing a face."

"I want...." His face is getting closer. "You. Only thou. Zahras. I want you."

Crazy personaaaa...!

The scene back on. Quickly, my shirt was exposed and detached from my body.

"Oh my goodness, my. Aren't you tired?"

He pretended to be deaf, and immediately took off his clothes. "Be quiet and obey me" he ordered.

Oh, come on, I'm just dropping it. With a short time, Mas Ilham had already made ourselves both plain back. Then, he crawled up on my body.

"Zahra, please.. sincerely, yes, dear?"

Yuuu...! Basic Mas Ilham...! My cheeks became hot and my smile was not spared. Until in the end, I was able to muffle the smile and regain control of myself.

"Yes, Mas. Anything for you."

At that moment, Ilham kissed me again. Tasting and feeling my race again. His tongue was more and more skillfully playing around in my esophagus and sweeping my tongue wildly, even he pulled my tongue into his mouth.

After successfully getting me engulfed, she slid her sweet lips to the side of my left cheek and stopped at the nape of my neck. Again and again, he buried his teeth there.*my suck again with his strength. My breathing became tight, Mas Ilham not only stopped at my neck, but also vented his anxiety against me through his active hands.

Then, with a wide grin, Mas Ilham came back down until he was between my legs. As he did last night and just now, my dashing husband felt back my tenderness, tasting and inhaling my sweet scent. This time with the maximum. I screamed for it.

O Lord, I am not strong, as if, Inspiration sucked my whole soul into his soul. Destroying every cell and nerve. And really, he made me drown in unparalleled pleasure. Shamelessly, my voice echoed throughout the room space. My heel pressed firmly against the bed, lifting my body higher up. However, Mas Ilham's sturdy arm held me firmly there.

After that, Mas Ilham crawled back up on my body. Once again grin wide at me who was drunk dear. "You're crazyaaaa...!" longanku. My breath feels so tight.

"Let's go," he said. "I'm really crazy. I'm mentally ill, and it's because of you. You're the one who made me crazy, Zahra."

I realized that both of my feet were on her strong thighs. Then, with one hand paused, Mas Ilham returned to his throne - very slowly. Until, that sense of pleasure was clearly possessed by my soul.

"Honestly," said Mas Ilham, "I was exhausted. And I also know you're tired."

My eyebrows are raised perfectly. "Then?" my many. "Why forced?"

"No," he said. "I don't want to force." He dropped himself on top of me, clinging tightly as if our skin was blending into one without being able to escape. In fact, my chest was hidden in the chest of his wide field. "I just want to be with you, Zahra. On here. In your soul" he said, speaking softly in my ear. "I want to be in your warmth. Delicious warmth, pleasant warmth."

Hmm.. As he said, he didn't move much. Just move a little and slowly. For the rest, he just wanted to meditate in the warmth of my body. Fused with my soul and body. His slow movements may be just to make sure that his desire is not extinguished. Like electricity that continues to flow even though the phone's battery is fully charged.

Really, the behavior of Mas Ilham is ridiculous, funny, and laughable. But I respect him. In my mind, this man must have long longed for the warmth and affection of a wife. At the age of almost three heads, it is rare for men to maintain their virginity to wait for a halal relationship. However, without having to ask, I am fully convinced that Mas Ilham is one of the step men who take care of his true nature as a man who is obliged to keep himself from vows.

"By the way," I said. "How long are we gonna be like this? Otherwise.not gassed, surely...."

Mas Ilham giggled. "Later, Honey. Until the morning sunshine comes. We should find breakfast outside. There is no food in this house. So while. I eat you first."

Oh, my gosh, I think I married a crazy guy. Haha! Her honest confession made me laugh. Substantial... Mas Ilham's. Hmm.

But I love. Very-very love.