Marrying the Old Virgin
Longing Medicine

Pov Nara's

Staring at the door of the hotel room where Reka was waiting for him. Nara sighed before sticking the access card to open the door.

"Hi dear," said Reka and grabbed her body into the arms.

"Why not go home?" ask when the embrace has loosened.  

"I miss you Ra, in that house there is Rika and her son. It must be rame and we will not be able to be friendly like this."

Nara shook her head slowly, understanding her husband's intentions and desires. More than a week of not meeting and merging there is definitely something that is very much awaited by Reka. Humane indeed, considering that Reka is a mature and normal man.

The designer had answered phone calls and discussed work including Selly. I don't know what else the woman did to make her husband quite angry. The designer only got a brief explanation when he asked. Even now the body of Reka is very close to his body.

“I clean-up first, sultry,” he said while pushing the body of Design.

Somehow the process, which is obvious after getting out of the bathroom and just wearing a bathrobe. The plan didn't give her a chance to talk. His body was now in bed and got touches that made his heart rustle and his whole body bristled.

The ringing of the phone seemed to save him, because there are parts of his body that are not comfortable and he had not been able to convey to Reka because it was immediately attacked with touch and pagutan lips are quite demanding.

“Ayo Ra,” said Reka after putting back her phone.

He was already in a sitting position leaning on the headboard, his hands making sure the blanket did not come down and showed his plain upper body. But his stomach continued to stretch and it was impossible to go back to continuing what Reka had done.

“I'm hungry. You have the heart to fend me with the condition of my stomach rumbling,” he said.

“Hahh,” says Reka. It was as if her husband was rubbing a rough and frustrated face. “Oke, I order food first.”

He put on the bathrobe again, sat on the sofa and waited for the order to be delivered. While Reka lay on her stomach in bed while saying her name.

Thirty minutes later, he was done with his meal since then. While the Design who lay on her side facing her with a sad look. Had a quick laugh seeing her husband, “Sorry, instead of me torturing you. But I am hungry,” he said.

The plan patted the side of the bed beside him. Knowing what her husband meant, she stepped up and climbed into the bed. “Aready ‘right? Or now there is another wish,” said Reka mocking him.

“No, I've resigned,” he replied.

The design instantly moved quickly by putting the faces of the two together. Even he had time to wave because Reka was like a thirsty traveler without giving a chance for him to pause. Even had to hold the chest of Reka so as not to squeeze her body too much.

His breath gasped as Reka let go of his pagutan and looked at his face in between a stupefied breath and a sad glint at the gaze of Reka's eyes. “Pelan-pelan,” he said to the Design which was answered with laughter. “Sorry, reflexes due to heavy longing.”

The designers put their faces back together and then moved on the recesses of his neck. His lips were only able to release a sigh of favor with an overflow of feelings that were greatly missed. Drifting in the intoxicating navel created by Reka until both of them whimper and groan because they managed to float and reach the peak of peerless pleasure.

The body part of the design is still fused in its core with both hands supporting it so as not to overstress its body. While the face of Reka is in the neck niche that seems to be a favorite part of her husband.

“They, freelance.”

“Hm. Wait a minute, the sensation is still felt,” replied Reka.

“But ...”

“Sttt, ahhh.” The plan released the unification from his body and splashed down right beside him. "Excellent, medicine misses," cried Reka.

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Haalahh Reka, the,,