Kiss Me
If I ask now, may I?

The new day welcomes two couples who are still wrapped in blankets. Arkana was engrossed in looking at the face of the girl who looked so tired thinking about their relationship. The slightly open lips are so sexy that Arkana looks at them. Anwa only wears soft batik patterned negligee. If the blanket was Arkana flushed maybe the negligee had been raised to the waist.

Yes, Anwa sleeps never quiet, motion there motion here, that's why Arkana would rather see her sleeping in her arms. Anwa will stay in bed again until the next morning. Like this morning, the girl was like a baby.

"Was... " Anwa squirmed as Arkana woke her that morning.

Last night's show was finally canceled because of Anwa's eyes. And replaced by eating pecel catfish on the side of the road, while sitting on a mat on the sidewalk.

"Anwa.." said Arkana again stroking the cheek gently. The girl who this time finally brought some clothes for her to put in her lover's apartment, still lazily opened her eyes.

Arkana increasingly bertubi dyed the girl's face so that the eyes of her lover open.

"Ar," the loud sound of waking up was heard. "Gelii." Arkana had gone down the back of Anwa's ears for her to kiss, her hands began to squish the chest wrapped in a negligee without any more upholstery in it.

"You won't wake up more than this" whispered Arkana.

"Okay, I'm awake" Anwa squinted her eyes. "I'm awake, Ar." The hand was lowered from above his chest.

"I'm a laper, Wa," he said again "eat it from earlier wakein," he still kissed Anwa's palm.

Anwa squirms, looking at her lover's face in the morning.

"I just realized, if you're really handsome it turns out," he said kissing a glimpse of the man's lips.

"Where have you been all this time" Arkana flicked up her blanket, "I can't stay beside you for long?"

"Why?"

"Dedek emesh I want to ask for rations," Arkana chuckled.

Anwa got out of bed, went to the sink, washed her face and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge looking for something he can do to make breakfast. He found sausages and eggs inside there and a packet of fresh bread. Pouring the milk in two different glasses, the bread he baked with a mixture of eggs, and the only sausage he fried to match the sauce of sambal and tomato.

Arkana was tidy and fragrant that day, her daily style with black shorts and slim fit t-shirts.

"Eating Ar. earlier asked for breakfast," said Anwa released a hug Arkana who had held him did not want to be released.

"Wa's three-day holiday, we're on a yuk vacation," he asked to remember Anwa last night was so sad, and this is how to make her lover's mood back again.

"Where?"

"We go to Garut, Sunday morning we go home, how?"

"We're walking this afternoon?" anwa asked, Arkana nodded. "I'll take a shower first."

"I'm coming, '" Arkana follows him from behind.

"Where?"

"Mandi--" she chuckled at Anwa's beautiful eyes that had been glaring.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

The Jakarta-Garut trip takes three to four hours. They arrived at exactly half-time at seven in the evening, because Arkana had taken time to the cafe for a while, because in long weekends like this cafe visitors are clearly more crowded.

"That...."

"Yes?"

"This resort is very good," said Anwa stunned to see an exclusive resort surrounded by lakes and beautiful natural scenery, even though they were until late at night.

"Yes, most people come here for the honeymoon" Arkana said, grabbing Anwa's hand.

"Have a honeymoon" Arkana kissed Anwa on the back. Then they followed the bellboy who drove them to the door of the room that was directly opposite the lake.

Entering the room, Anwa was so amazed. Rooms are designed with all wooden interiors, bed decorated with mosquito nets, clean and neat room. The air here is amazingly cold, the walls are like a pebble like in the villages that are always on Anwa's mind. The girl went back and forth to check every room.

"Ar, this is really cool" he said sitting on the side of the bed.

Arkana who had been sitting on the sofa could only smile at the behavior of her lover.

"Like ya?" she stepped closer to Anwa, stood in front of the girl and stroked her favorite curly hair.

"Thank you, yeah."

"For what?"

"I know, you brought me here to entertain me, right?"

"Yes, let your ammunition be filled again to face the mama," Arkana said, peeping at Anwa's head.

"You can't do that, Ar."

"Loh, really, facing mama we must have a strategy, Wa. I salute you, can make mama silent yesterday."

"I have no real intentions, but I also need to defend myself, Ar."

"Yes you're not wrong" said Arkana who gradually kissed the girl who showed her face.

"Ar," said Anwa who had been pushed slowly by Arkana to lie down.

"What, Wa?"

"We belom clean body loh."

"After this we just cleaned the body," he said had buried his face in the niche of Anwa's neck.

"Well...."

Anwa sighed as Arkana was already squeezing her chest. Smell at his lips, curl his tongue and blend the salivary in there. Anwa bellowed as Arkana bit her earlobe, slowly unbuttoning the buttocks of Anwa's overalls, pulling the girl's shirt away from her head.

It was such a beautiful sight that Arkana loved, a place where he could play for a long time. Arkana rested his knees on Anwa's body. Opening the shirt she was wearing, Anwa threw her face away, Anwa was always never strong if she had to look at the chest of the field of the man.

Arkana again lowered her head, resumed the activity******* red lips without the dye. Scooping it up like fear of not being parted, Anwa felt overwhelmed, the oxygen she found began to decrease. Slowly push that chest.

"Slow down" said Anwa, and Arkana smiled.

"I've always been hooked on this, Wa," he looked at.

Arkana stripped back, overall Anwa lying on the floor, as well as Arkana who had stripped her shorts.

Two people who are drunk in love, which is supported by the romantic atmosphere of the resort, like a loss of sense. Wrestled back just by wearing underwear.

Arkana managed to remove the breastplate hooks, restarting them one by one, massaging them in turns. Smell up to a flat stomach that is white as soft as silk. Then look at the netra as if asking for permission while tracing the jaitan nude colored triangle. The hand that began to touch the intimate part of Anwa seemed to make the heart beat thousands of times. Anwa was like losing her control, she was writhing, she was moaning, she was sighing enjoying everything.

"How can I ask now?"

***damn.... ⁇ ️

jejaaaaak darliiiing 😘😘***