Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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I giggled amusedly. Purple eggplant that looks slippery, long, and shiny it still makes my brain short. Plus seeing the ridiculous behavior of Mas Ilham who responded to my reaction, the issue even more so.

"Hold tight, dear," whispered the knower, standing behind me.

I was in the kitchen, chopping up eggplants for lunch - with a knife in my right hand, my left hand clutched tightly onto the purple solid stem. Although I could not help but laugh and the shy hue that adorned my face, I tried hard not to respond to the crazy babble that was triggered by Mas Ilham.

But not Mas Ilham his name if he is not getting ridiculous. He took another eggplant and gripped it tightly. Then, with a kegesel of his brain, he spit a round surface on the tip of the object into my face until it stopped on my lips. To the point that he was crazy, I responded to him with the same piquancy. "Mmmmuach!" I kissed that slippery purple guy with a friendly.

"Ukh...! Want to dong too, honey...."

Iyuuuuh. Oh my God, I'm crazy about him.

"Have dong joking..," whine. "I'm going to cook first, Mom. It's noon...."

Again, it's not Mas Ilham's name if he's not joking until he's satisfied. With her prick, she slid the tip of the purple eggplant down my back until it went down to the back of my thigh, then she pressed it a bit strongly there.

"We've never made love from behind, have we?" whispered Mas Ilham in a super sensual tone, then teased my desire with his naughty tongue that tickled affectionately in the ear. "Dear, try, yuk?"

Uuuh. his naughty hands guerrilla - stroking the bohay part of my body.

While giggling amusedly, I shook my head slowly. "Later, yes, Mas. If we don't cook, what do we eat? If you do not eat, you will not be energetic. Could suffocate, right?"

"If you make love first?"

Again, I nodded slowly. "My energy can run out, Mom. I'll drown. Can't cook, dong? What are we gonna eat? If not eat later...?"

"The gold's getting better."

"Well, that's you know."

"Order online only. Easy."

"Certainly, the food stuff? How's it?"

"What's how?" Mas Ilham slipped his fingers under my chin, tilted his face, and peppered me for a moment.

Huh!

I moved backwards with my eyes wide on. However, Mas Ilham followed me, cornered me until I hit the long counter between the kitchen and the dining room.

"Buck...."

He didn't stop, leaning toward me, locking me up. "What, Honey? Hmm?" He grabbed my hand, pressed his lips against my palm and lightly swept his tongue against my skin.

"I want to cook first. Remember, lo, can't be redundant. Our parents gave all of this away sincerely. Time we don't use well?"

Yei! My husband can't be squeaky. The texts he often told me I must throw them back to him.

"Yes, yeah...! You win" he gave up. "We eat first. After that it's new...."

Hmm....

"Well, what do you want?" ask me to Mas Ilham who took a young coconut in the corner of the kitchen table. "You want to make ice again?"

He just smiled without saying the question really didn't need an answer. "Let's have no reason. It's to fill your energy," he said.

Actually I've finished frying the fish, I've stored it under the hood of food, have cooked rice in the ricecooker which will soon be cooked, and I have also prepared vegetables. Just saute the eggplant alone, even the spices are ready. Yep, indeed I deliberately cut the eggplant last, why I knew it would happen this way. My nimble husband, who had been accompanying me in the kitchen, would have been clingy to see me holding the long, shiny purple eggplant. And, it's true, isn't it?

"Ih, so that's lemes, huh, eggplant when it's inserted?" Mas Ilham chuckled. "Now, are you still letoy?"

Hmm. stunt plain pretentious. He likes to eat eggplants, surely he knows that eggplants will lemes if it has been dyed.. uh, I mean if it has been cooked.

Hayoloooh... Don't follow gesrek, yeah!

"Don't eggplant, you're lemes if you've been entered into the dalem."

He's a crazy grin. Fridays again, friday again. "O yeah?" tanyakanya. He's back in a meeting behind me. Throw my hand and put it into that sensitive area. "How's it?"

Ck! Basic... fuck!

"What's how?"

"It's still tense, right?" whispered.

"Yes clear, Mas. It hasn't been obeyed yet."

"So?"

"What?"

"Feel you're done, don't you?" His eyes were directed towards the hood of saji. Then...

Busyet.. with one hand outstretched, Mas Ilham turned off the stove.

"You're mine, Zahra. I want you now. Without rejection."

Hmm. I gave up. I took off the spatula in my hand following the bowl for my eggplant stir-fry container. I have to face this one first. If not obeyed, kegesnya will not subside. Yeah, I gotta conquer it.

"Well, I am yours. Do as you please."

Mas Ilham smiled - supeeeeer all the while, then, at once he jolted me violently into his arms, and crushed me in his chest. "Thanks, My Lady. You are truly a obedient and devoted wife to the husband. How much I love you. I love you, Zahra." Then he kissed me.

That kiss was not a soft kiss that touched me. Nope. Except, a rough kiss. Mas Ilham forced his tongue into my esophagus, and inserted one hand into my hair, gripping it until my scalp felt burning.

Yeah, I let myself be lifted up by the tide of romance, feeling the thrill of Mas Ilham's passion, clinging to his body, stressing his chest on his field chest, enjoying the touch of his hand slipping onto my back, while one more hand pulls my hips firmly into his body.

Oh, my God, he can always seduce me. This is madness. Fully aware, I kissed him back. I kissed her as she kissed me, urgently, greedily, with my mouth and tongue, slipping into her warmth, feeling, touching, and blending with the incursion of a million flavors. I let my hands slip behind her shirt, tracing her tight, stocky back, feeling her shudder under my touch. Pure sensual energy was clearly flowing in me. Into me.

Fun, when I felt Mas Ilham slipping his hand between our bodies and enthroned on the chest. I filled me with love. Under the attack of his fingers, my hair was loose.

Then, with one hand, he jerked off the arm - a rubberized dress - on my left shoulder, dipped off my chest, then lowered his head and felt it with his mouth, softly*, almost adoring.

It's flawless. So perfect.

But, suddenly, Mas Ilham pulled away from me.

"I'm hungry" he said. "Eat first, huh, honey?"

Euwww...! He grinned and laughed at me. What a fucking husband!