My Lovely President From The Mars
HAPPY WEDDING'S

Zahra did not stop laughing, did she laugh? But if he held his stomach and mouth really sore. Her husband is ridiculous.

He pulled his bathrob from the bathroom and put it on and swept the God who walked like a manten su nat into the bed.

"This is what's supposed to go on who's the fuck?" zahra asked again laughing. The woman who was still the girl stepped towards the suitcase belonging to God for the sake of taking the clothes belonging to her husband.

"Ck, his name was also a disaster. Are you sick?" asked God scrutinize every inch of Zahra's body, again he sipped saliva difficult to stare at the curves of Zahra's body which always successfully made his brain tilted to the left.

"Thankfully no one was hurt, you put on a shirt first deh.." his hand outstretched to give a T-shirt belonging to God, but God did not want the first night to end just like that, for him to fall so meaningless, so he did not want to lose it, it will not make him fall into the hospital or pan tatnya disappear. The god stood up from his seat and approached Zahra.

"Because I've rationed, sister must cure me.." she grinned, without giving Zahra the opportunity to answer God directly pulled Zahra's possessive waist and attacked her greedy lips, as if it was opium to her.

Zahra was immediately shocked to receive that devastating attack.

Pluck up!

The T-shirt Zahra was holding was lying under his feet just like that, and now his hands were busy looking for a handle, tracing the skin of the back of the Gods, this time the Gods would not let Zahra off the goods for a second. The bathrob rope that was concluded not tight was so easy to pull, not to have to use the inner power of the wiro sableng.

From the gap that opened the innocent body was peeking shyly yet challenging the spirit of the Gods man. His hands swooped in and felt every inch of Zahra's bristling skin, and anchored in hills and valleys. The woman could hardly stand properly until the God had to hold her weight in the waist area. God's actions made all Zahra's nerve points weaken, "Dhewaaa.." the text.

Is it time now? Zahra could not think anymore, her intelligent brain suddenly pitch black.

The hand of God is shrewd, just a minute he passed the bathrob from above to display the smooth plain, the sound of kissing decapitation both make the Gods more domineering, and so on, though Zahra only relied on instinct to retaliate against the attack of God, the rest he resigned. Feeling that Zahra was getting tired and degenerate, the God held Zahra to hold the woman's tat pan and then dropped Zahra on the soft bed.

Zahra turned her face to the side as the Gods opened the twists of her wet towel and bo xer. He had to restore his hair and then wrap the beautiful body of Zahra that almost messed up on the mattress.

The mouth of both of them did not speak, but the eyes of both of them seemed to be saying I wanted you.

"Touch him, Ra." said the god, just touch Zahra's eyes buy perfect, he said, he knew the Gods were not asking for his approval because now the hands of the Gods led his hands to touch him the arjuna who was ready to mass produce candidates for the Gods and Zahra juniors.

Zahra's heart felt rustling, serr..serr..when he felt that if he had been awake, standing upright, Zahra to swallow his saliva difficult to feel so strong muscles that later would break the wall of defense of his gods.

"Who is dear?" The god extended both Zahra's legs.

"Wait for Wa, I.." he was stunned to curl his back as it began to force its way into his god, trying to break down several times, making Zahra groan in pain. He wanted to close his legs, but God pressed and locked Zahra's legs to be wide open to receive the arjuna completely. The more the Deity pressed the more the goddess was attacked so deeply, that Zahra's defensive wall was torn apart.

"Byeah!" Zahra complained and grimaced, The god really threw everything into a deep drown, letting her stay there for a moment as Zahra felt that her goddess was in pain.

The god smiled meaningfully looking at the beautiful scenery below. Zahra with the dadha up and down the middle of making a hoarse breath maybe, not intending to silence Zahra's lips, his wife's hand was even gripped with a strong bed sheet until tangled.

He pulled Zahra's chin to turn to her who looked handsome above, "you're mine..."

Slowly the God began to move in and out of his field in there, giving a sensation of friction tickling strange and pushing until it felt up to the heart. Then Zahra closed as the God closed the two cleavage lips and again greedily explored the oral cavity, which Zahra felt now only felt being taken to explore the sea of the feeling of crunching, hoarse, and rah, and thirst for pleasure by the gods.

The noise down there that grew louder and louder was heard increasingly making the wild instincts of the two dominate the situation, completely hot and tempestuous.

God did not even give a pause for Zahra to breathe a sigh of relief, "pelanhh Wa, alaann.." the sentence was so difficult and tense as God continued to pump uncontrollably. Even the moans mixed with the soggy Zahra seemed to be an encouragement to the Gods.

You are my opium...

The more he pumped the more God opium, as if Zahra was his personal brand.

"Godaaa," Zahra sensed that he was about to explode.

"Beloved one,"

The grip and grip of Zahra's fingers tightened against God's back as the two exploded together, something warm now swished strongly in with a warm sense of regaining sanity.

They've gone in, swam together to the same destination, baby seeds. The two laughed crisply together despite still being together.

I love you...

Love you too....

The god dropped his body next to Zahra, the hair that was still equally wet had to get wet again, and this time it was really shampoo.

God is not a maniac, who will let Zahra be his slave, but if asked if he wants more? Yep! He will never be satisfied, Zahra is his need now.

The smell of masculine that was still felt on the side is now absent, his hands fumbling towards the side bed, forcing Zahra to open her eyes to see the situation around.

"Did you?"

"Did you?" eyebrows linked.

Can you leave the room for a minute?

"What are you doing? You where? It's 11 o'clock at the mall." replied Zahra. But God turned off the phone. Zahra who yawned now rubbed his face rough, legs-level down from the bed, although it felt if the bottom felt pain but did not make Zahra suddenly paralyzed, he was not like that.

By walking slowly he opened the door of the room, the condition was very quiet there was no one but there was something strange there, rows of aromatherapy candles lined up along the right and left side of the hotel room floor corridor with a sprinkling of red rose petals on its street.

"It's nothing?" Zahra carried her hair behind her ears and down the hotel street, waxing candles, lily scents and rose petals as if to lead Zahra to the pool.

"Ang?!" call him.

Gurgling outdoor pool water with the breeze of the night into a shahdu atmosphere.

Zahra pecked and froze in place when she saw someone standing in her casual clothes waiting for Zahra along with a stretch of rose petals on the surface of the pool with dozens of other aromatherapy candles that illuminated the area these.

The man slashed his distance and grabbed Zahra's hand to take her towards the pool. Zahra still felt astonished the God did all this for her, all that expanse of love sign petals clearly.

"This gate is ap.." yet Zahra finished his words, the God grabbed Zahra's face and looked up toward the night sky.

*spechless*.....

Dozens of lanterns are now dancing in the sky over the hotel in Jakarta.

"Happy wedding sister Zahra.May we be a sad family, mawaddah, warahmah," he said.

The net was glazed there, he did not miss a second to blink to see it. Although Zahra did not know behind the romantic moment, Miki, Lendra and Ganesha became the most ngenes in the rooftop there.

"Great jigsaw! Those romantic-romantic I'm freezing in here!" nagel Lendra, the night wind blows hard on the hotel rooftop attacking the skin.

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