LAMHA AND MR. EL
Seeds Eggplant Seeds

El sir swallowed his saliva when he saw Lamha's beautiful curves in a thin and transparent cream-colored lingery. Hansip buttocks that he painstakingly put to sleep, now without permission immediately woke up gallantly to make Mr. El feel the confusion neutralize the desire that is growing.

'Is he teasing me? damn the little fox! how dare you play with Libra Graham! this time I should not be lulled from the edges I bite my finger because it is rejected, I better sell it expensive!'. Said grinning.

'But.. ah shit! she's too sexy and seductive! how could I possibly endure!' he swore in his heart. Mr. El continued to fight with his thoughts until Lamha accidentally woke up because he felt like urinating.

Lamha walked casually into the bathroom to complete her wish. And after he finished back on the bed, Lamha had not realized the arrival of Mr. El who had just stood in front of the door was watching his movements that looked so exciting in his eyes.

And when she was about to lie down, Lamha gasped in shock at the sight of Mr. El who was already in the room.

"Astagfirefullah!!" lamha said as she stroked her chest slowly making Lord El's jakun go up and down when she saw Lamha's hand stroke her chest.

Lamha spontaneously pulled out a blanket to cover her body. Mr. El was so disappointed when the white, smooth, beautiful body of the Spanish guitar was covered in a thick cloth that his eyes could no longer see it.

"Master El's home yet?" tanya Lamha is stale.

"Ehem!! yes." replied Mr. El who is now trying to neutralize his dirty thoughts.

"Easy from before? why not wake up Lamha?" asked Lamha softly.

"Just now." replied Mr. El. After that he kept his bag on the table, then started taking off his suit.

"You want help?" tawar Lamha as Mr. El opens his work coat. Mr. El was silent. And she timidly opened the blanket that covered her body then approached Mr. El, then helped the man take off his work coat. After that Lamha helped take off Mr. El's tie and at that time Mr. El had to hold his breath because his eyes accidentally saw a cleavage that was so tempting to be greedy.

"The clothes are all of you?" now Lamha changed his call to the word 'mas' and it sounded very friendly in the ear of Mr. El.

"Hm!" said Mr. El who is now desperately holding the turmoil in him when Lamha's hands began to open one by one the buttons of his clothes and accidentally the lentic fingers touched his chest.

"Mas El is praying'?" ask Lamha.

"Already, in the office" replied Mr. El.

"Already mas. Take a shower, have you eaten yet?" asked Lamha softly. Lamha's voice was so seductive and melodious in the ears of Lord El.

"It is." replied Mr. El. Lamha turned around and put her husband's shirt into the basket where the clothes were dirty.

"Sleep, I take a shower" said Mr. El and passed into the bathroom. Lamha himself chose to wait in the mattress until the ritual bath of the husband was completed and Mr. El has now changed clothes.

"Why not sleep?" asked Mr. El when he saw Lamha who was still sitting beside the bed.

"Maisha..."

'Did El not want it?' inner Lamha was a little disappointed. In fact, without Lamha knowing and Lamha realizing, Mr. El is now desperately holding nafs*nya so as not to be tempted to touch it.

"Ah yes, yes Lamha is sleeping." said Lamha after that hurriedly laid her body and tried to close her eyes.

Mr. El himself followed Lamha and slept sideways to his back. Mr. El tried to close his eyes, but still he could not, plus his eggplant that had not been able to be worn out, making him even more upset.

'No! I cannot be weak in faith! I have to show the little fox if I can hold my nafs. After all he is not my type.' Inner master El tries to expel the temptations within him.

'But.. akh! godammit! I really want to taste it! fuckin' fuckin!' he swore in his heart. He was at war with his mind. A sense of prestige and a sense of wanting to make out into one and then boxing each other shows which one wins and loses.

Mr. El changed his sleeping position, now he was facing Lamha who was on his back. He painstakingly swallowed his saliva as he stared at the white and smooth back in front of him.

His hand was tremblingly stretched out to touch that smooth back, but as it was about to arrive, back he pulled his hand.

I don't know how long Mr. El tug ulur to touch Lamha, until his head feels smoky and will explode!

'Bodo very! she's my wife and I deserve to touch her!' said frustration.

Mr. El finally anchored his hand to touch Lamha's smooth shoulders which felt slippery and very smooth making her eggplant even more stiffened. Lamha was electrocuted when her husband's hand touched her shoulder and stroked her back slowly. Mr. El flips Lamha's position to face her.

Lamha looked embarrassed when she faced her husband. Mr. El took Lamha's hand and kissed Lamha's fingers very gently making Lamha feel very dear.

"Tonight, I won't accept rejection!" said Mr. El full of emphasis.

Lamha was silent and as the lord of El advanced his face was about to kiss his lips Lamha stopped him.

"Wait a minute" Lamha said.

"What else?! don't tell me to refuse me!" said Mr. El.

"Berdo'a first." said Lamha.

"That's I don't know nor do I memorize Lamha's prayer." said Mr. El.

"Tomorrow memorized yes, now just read Bismillah to start and Alhamdulillah after completion" said Lamha softly.

Mr. El smiled, Lamha was really soft and also graceful making her beauty charm increasingly radiated outside and inside.

"I promise I'll learn, now can we start?" ask the impatient El sir. Lamha simply replied with a nod.

After saying 'Bismil bornrahmaanirrahiim', Mr. El immediately seized the lips of Lamha who had been teasing him so soon to be devoured and enjoyed by him. Mr. El who had been holding back his desire since last night made Lamha a little overwhelmed by being too excited and impatient. Mr. El looks so breathless as he tasting every inch of Lamha's beautiful body.

Satisfied playing with Lamha's lips to make it a little swollen due to his actions, now Mr. El lowered his face to the neck area and also his chest. She kissed and sniffed the scent of Lamha's body deeply. Verily Lamha's body was very fragrant and made her intoxicated.

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I don't know how many kisses the possession that Mr. El gave around Lamha's neck and chest to make the skin as white as milk is now turned into red which number can not be counted with fingers.

And nimbly also deftly, Mr. El tore and took off a thin, transparent cloth that stuck to Lamha's body until it lay on the floor with a shape that was not good.

Mr. El directly devoured the two spheres that had been teasing him ever since. Lamha could only enjoy and surrender while receiving every gentle touch and treatment from master El. Lamha sincerely gave up her body to be seen by her husband, she wanted her master El satisfied to explore the sea of worldly pleasures that made the two soar into the clouds.

That night, master El really did not give Lamha the opportunity to rest for a moment. He continued to pound Lamha until morning. Making Lamha droop helplessly. His womb was warm and twitching because the master of El spilled enough eggplant seeds sown in the Lamha regime.

"Alhamdulillah" said the two after ending the sowing event.

Cup

"Thank you" said Mr. El after peeping Lamha's forehead.

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The eggplant seeds so no huh? buehehe...! no wonder how many eggplant seeds. Really, yes, the scales! kasian Lamha until made lemes because he took revenge. Ngothor wants ingetin, who has not liked, commented and also voted. Let's support the author. This othor tired of mulu asceticism in cirata reservoirs.