Love In Sketches
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"Yes maybe, I'm not... Hmm..." Rubby's words immediately stopped because Arya silenced his wife's lips with hers.

The kiss lasted long enough, Arya's body position had even moved above Rubby's body. With one hand holding down Rubby's nape made the woman unable to move.

Arya takes off her pagutan after the oxygen supply for both of them is almost exhausted. Rubby normalized his wheezing breath, breathing as much air as possible to fill his lung cavity.

"You still doubt me?" Arya asked who had not moved from her position, Rubby shook his head quickly. Arya's thumb rubbed Rubby's lips wet from the act, and reunited their pagutans who had missed.

Without feeling the clothes attached to the body both have been completely removed. Arya pulled out a blanket to cover their innocent bodies.

"Are you ready, Rubby?" Arya's voice rattled, her eyes already darkened and foggy. Rubby just nodded, he was speechless.

Rubby bit his lower lip and grimaced as he felt something down there forcing his way in. He closed his eyes tightly.

"Rubby." Call Arya, he felt he could not bear to see Rubby who was holding back the pain. Netra Rubby is back open.

"Is it really that sick?"

"No, Mas. Continue to." Lirih Rubby who then hugged Arya's neck, while Arya kept trying.

Eventually Arya managed to do it. A clear thread flowed down the corner of Rubby's eye, Arya quickly removed it.

"Sorry..." Arya said she felt guilty about making Rubby sick. But he was also happy that he managed to get something very valuable. Rubby shook his head slowly.

"It's okay, Mom."

Arya continued her actions. Slowly the pain Rubby felt turned into a feeling that could not be expressed with words.

Arya tightly hugged Rubby's back while Rubby buried her face in the recess of her husband's neck feeling something about to explode down there.

Eventually they became husband and wife. One warm kiss Arya landed on his wife's forehead.

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Her morning. The two newlyweds had just finished their morning prayers. Rubby tidied up his prayer equipment, and sat down on the side of the bed.

"Is it still sick?" Arya asked who was sitting next to him. Rubby shook his head softly without answering, while his face was still lowered. It feels like he is embarrassed to meet Arya, let alone remember their overnight activities and after that Arya forced him to clean the body together.

"Why Rubby?" Arya grabbed his wife's chin, making them look at each other, a hue seemed to gush on Rubby's cheek.

"Looks like my wife's still shy." Said Arya with a soft tone.

"Mas!" Screeching Rubby, the woman seemed to pout making Arya anxious.

"Don't pout that way."

Cup. A brief kiss landed on Rubby's lips, leaving him wide-eyed.

"Can I ask you again?" Arya's half-whispering speech made Rubby's body crumble. In his gaze the pair of male neutrals, had already darkened like a cloud of cloud. Slowly Rubby nodded, she also wanted her husband's touch back. Both corners of Arya's lips lifted, as fast as lightning he re-inflated Rubby's body until back under his power. There was no rejection from Rubby, instead he pulled the nape of Arya until their lips were fused. There was a second session between them.

And then only Rubby's spoiled voice was heard, now Arya easier to do it on appeal last night.

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"it's been revised completely, because it's very difficult to pass the review"

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