LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 90. MP ORDEAL

Aisyah closed her eyes, as Bram kisses down her face, gently sweeping without missing a single inch.

His slender body stiffened, as Bram's fingers groaned against his back, as if trying to pierce through the fabric of his clothes.

This sensation was only the first time in Aisyah's natural life. Makes her body stiffen.

"Bram..." Aisyah opened her eyes a little, half peeking, she was confused herself, her hands sometimes clenched sometimes opening indistinctly but she did not have the courage to return Bram's touch.

Aisyah was just sitting like a statue, she was enjoying touch after touch of Bram nervously.

"Darling..." Bram grew bolder when he saw Aisyah's resignation.

Her lips crept down from Ayesha's eyes while her fingers stroked, stroking in various areas, niches and curves. The old mingling moves that are not in use are ready to be removed again.

"Mmmm..." Aisyah's mouth was tightly clenched, she did not dare to make a sound, only her breathing was getting faster.

"Darling..." Bram's lips touched Aisyah's lips, she kissed slowly then in a slightly mischievous style, she let out her tongue, as if signaling Aisyah to open the tight clenched cleft.

"Ehhhh..." Aisha pulled her face.

"Mas Bram why stick out your tongue like that?" Aisyah asked suddenly, Bram who had originally cracked the indistinctly opened his eyes wide.

"Mas wants to kiss my wife's lips..." Bram said hoarsely, he was in the peak of g@irah, trying to reach Aisyah's face again.

"But why did Bram's sour tongue come out? Bram's okay, right?"

"Why indeed?"

"Suami kak Sumi, who had a rice kiosk in front of it last week had a severe stroke, his tongue out..."

"Oh, baby.it's kissing style, not a stroke." Bram said with a hearty, he did not know if making love with his wife this he had to give the material first just entered the tutorial.

"Oh, there's a style like that..." Aisyah smiled shyly. Then closed his eyes again, as if giving Bram a chance to continue his show that had been cut off due to advertising.

Bram adjusted his breathing, looking at his wife's face with anxiety. Then without any more ba bi bu, he hugged Aisyah tightly, mengel*m lips ranum, did not want to give Aisyah a gap protest or ask again.

Then excitedly in his bed Aisyah, without a second to release her hot smoldering kiss.

The moment Bram let go of his kiss, Aisyah's dead red face almost lost its breath.

Now, Bram can enjoy the beautiful scenery while Aisyah is in a lying position. Once again Bram swallowed his breath, it is not clear this reaction from the milk of the wild horse or indeed he who is very keen, Bram felt the maximum tension of the carrot behind the sheath.

He overcame Aisyah excitedly, his head quail instead of playing. On her lap with her wet lips neck up to Aisyah's chest. This innocent wife is pounding like a caterpillar can't be silent,

"Akh.jelie, mas.geli..." His mouth clucked, trying to push Bram's chest. Aisyah's voice even more makes Bram more passionate.

He was getting wildly sucked his head into the dense mound belonging to Aisyah which was not large but clearly chewy and ori.

"Waaa..." Aisha pushed Bram's head.

"What does Bram want?" Aisyah hugged her chest, her upper clothes were so disheveled, some were poking because Bram pulled the button off.

"That's.mas Bram wants it.." Bram's head was already on Aisha's chest. His lips were snarled forward pointing at the part of the mound while staring at Aisyah full of supplications.

"This?" Aisyah opened her hand next to it with pink pias.

"Mas Bram wants to play it for a while, you'll know what it feels like later, mas Bram guarantee you'll ask again." Persuade Bram impatiently.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, honey."

"Don't bite, yeah..." Pinta Aisyah with her cat eyes.

"Aisha was afraid..."

"Fear What?"

"Fear of tetanus..."

Glacier!!! Bram almost did not hear Aisyah's answer.

"Honey, this is called foreplay.touch like this is important, so we can reach the top together."

"peak?"

"Akh, you'll know for yourself. Anyway, this is part of worship. Aisha wants to worship with mas?" Bram almost lost his mind. Aisyah heard the word worship does not need to twice immediately get rid of her hands, instead she willingly helped Bram unbutton the top of the dress.

He remembered Mumun's speech,

"Serving your husband in the kitchen to the mattress is a worship with a great reward if done with joy and sincerity."

Like a hungry wolf, Bram attacked Aisyah, she headed straight for the cute light brown one at the top of the hill, she shrieked tensely when she met Bram's gaze.

"Oh..astagaaaa...." Bram hissing in Ayesha's ear.

"Akh!" Aisyah glared as Bram took a sip at the top of the mountain. After that, Bram could hear his wife's small squealing and des4h.

Both fingers of Aisyah's fingers clutched Bram's hair, holding on there while his body curved.

Bram was getting excited to see Aisyah's reaction. Aisyah also became unable to stay still, she was writhing, suata creaking of the couch began to sound vociferous, as Bram's movements grew wild.

The rhythm of the creaking of the wooden divan was like the sound of music alone in Bram's ear, and when the Otong was no longer able to stand it, Bram hurriedly pulled his shirt, and, while the upper Aisyah is no longer in shape.

Just as Bram was trying to get the scabbard out, it,

"YESYYREA!!!!"

That Aisyah wooden cane collapsed.

After a moment of screeching Aisyah in surprise, they were like hotdog bread between a mattress, pillow and blanket. Some of the baseboards where the mattress was broken, and they both with half a tel4nj4ng were lying on top of it.

"Aisyaaaaaah...What's up, son???" The voice of Aisyah's mother who slept in Sharif's room made Aisyah and Bram both glare. Their faces were both red in an unstoppable pias of shame. What would people say if they found out, the night of their pert4m4 knocked down a cot!

Banging her mother at the door, asking them to open immediately, Bram immediately jumped to help Aisyah out.

"Waaaaa....!!!" Aisyah shouted as she pointed to the bottom of the plain Bram without a thread. Then he closed his eyes with both hands. So embarrassed. After all, this was Aisyah's first meeting with that Otong boy!

The Otong who seemed so confident challenged the sky among his grove of bushes that it rarely stiffened for a moment in response to Aisyah's cry, before Bram consciously searched for its scabbard among the ruins of the Ayesha cots.

While pounding at the door, like an impatient war-torn.

"Oh, Lord.what trials are these..." Bram shouted softly in his heart, the otong as in command, squeezing.

(Ha.ha..sorry mak Othor yes, yes, Bram ex-crocodile is indeed to be loved a little torture🤣🤣 let him know the challenge to break the goal Aisyah nan sholeh😅 easily2an he did not waste a girl as clean as Aisyah )

This former widower used to spread charm for curious readers🤣

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