MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
STARRY NIGHT

The guests one by one congratulated Dion and Dila. Each of them shut their mouths, though they were invited guests, and were astonished that Dion had married a woman far from his age.

It's only some guests who feel sirik, but there are some guests who do not mind it. It's all because of love. How much love Dion fell to Dila.

Dion felt a heat on his body. He wanted to quickly finish this event, and bring Dila into the room.

"Why you?" whispered Dila.

"Honey .. we go to yuk's room," Dion asked.

Dila glared, but still displayed her sweet smile. "Prophe dong. You're sauces?"

"No" whispered Dion. "I'm overheating."

"It's outdoors, why is it so hot?" ask Dila wonder.

"Maybe it's because I drink ginger water, plus honey plus eggs and milk" Dion said.

Dila blushed in shame." You're a fucking."

One little pinch, Dion gave it to his wife's arm. "Let's hot tonight."

"Patience first. It will soon be over, too" said Dila.

From a distance Reyhan was still upset to see the behavior of Dion whose smile was not clear. According to him, his best friend and stepfather must be seducing the mother.

"I don't know the place. His work is dreadful," said Rey sewot.

"His name is also the newlywed. The world seems to belong to both" said Anna.

Diki chuckles. "Dion can't wait for the first night." The man was just like Dion. Smiles are unclear. "Rey ... Tonight we're with yuk?"

Reyhan snorted hearing it. "You're just like Dion."

"Father, honey," said Anna.

"Yes, papa," Reyhan said.

The wedding reception was finally over. Dila and the others join the family dinner before they return to the hotel room reserved exclusively for the newlyweds.

"Tonight overtime, Dion," whispered Diki.

"Surely" said Dion, who whispered.

"We're done eating. We go first, well" said Dion to everyone at the dinner table. "Come, Honey. We're going to the room."

"Father is impatient" Anna said.

"It's not like that, these clothes are hot and make us hot" Dion said.

Reyhan rolled a lazy eye. "You're the only one who's like that, and Mama's not."

"It has. Dion, you guys just go back to the room. You need to rest" interrupted Bastian.

Dion smiling. "Yes, Pa. Dion was just as Dila was saying goodbye."

"Mama stay first, well," said Dila unhappily.

Dion impatiently led Dila into a walking iron box that led them upstairs, where the bride's room was located.

The hostel room opened. The room was decorated like a typical bridal room in general. Dila took off the high heels she was wearing, then replaced them with sponge sandals.

"Honey .. we take a shower together well," said Dion. "Let's hurry, honey."

Dila smiled, then nodded her head. "Can."

How glad Dion was to hear Dila's reply agreeing to his own wishes. As a good husband, Dion helped Dila remove makeup and open the clasp and ornament on Dila's head.

"Don't rub her face hard" Dila said.

"Sorry, Honey. I want to let it disappear quickly" said Dion.

"Let me clean the makeup myself." Dila took another cotton swab as well as make up removal.

Dion's hand unzipped the zipper on Dila's wedding dress. That unprotected smooth back, plastered for real before his eyes.

"Dion" said Dila.

Dila's dress was removed, the woman's body was brought to her feet, until the dress fell down and left the interior that the woman was wearing.

"Perfect" said Dion, hugging Dila from behind. His hand cupped a solid round object, then pressed it down until Dila hissed favorably.

"We take a shower first" said Dila. "I'm sweating, honey."

"I don't think I can take it anymore, honey. We'll just do it now. We will shower together. You still smell good" said Dion.

Dila nodded. "As far as you are."

Dion took Dila to the side of the bed. The two stared at each other. Dion's hand held the side of Dila's face, then pulled her closer until she could touch her sweet lips.

One hand held Dila's nape, then the next to her held the wife's slender waist. The hand that was holding the nape of Dila, was now descending slowly onto a stiffening object.

Without removing his lips, Dion pressed against the dense round object. Rotating, gripping hard, playing it until Dila seemed to want to explode.

Dion laid Dila on the bed, took off her clothes quickly, and threw her on the floor carelessly. A cover that is still attached to Dila, also he threw away, until both are now in an equally innocent condition.

"I'm not handsome?" ask Dion.

"Handsome" replied Dila.

"You don't want to hold it? I'd love to be held" said Dion, pointing out the most handsome thing he had.

Dila wakes up in bed. He holds something that he says is very handsome and can produce the seeds of a child.

"He's very handsome and his form is also very attractive," praised Dila.

"Love him, honey. Hug, wipe and give your love" Dion said.

I am happy that Dila did. For years she had not enjoyed a man's precious things, and now she enjoyed her own.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm a little rough. It will choke you" said Dion, fully collecting Dila's hair, then immersing his wife's head deeply.

As Dion said, Dila became choked by the back and forth movement that Dion made on his head.

"Again, dear," said Dion.

Back the man did what he wanted. Glad that her husband was satisfied, she could see Dion raising his head up and making a heavy hoarse voice.

Dion kissed Dila's lips, twisting them before dropping the wife's body onto the bed. Dila's whole body he painted with a kiss of love without anyone being missed.

"This part .. always wanted me to try. Is this a pleasure?" ask Dion.

"Try it" said Dila.

Dion's hand touched an object that he said could hold the seeds of a man, and caused a woman to become pregnant.

"Soft, white and smooth without fur" Dion said.

Dila laughed amusedly. "I took care of him."

"Tomorrow is made to grow, so I can play it" said Dion.

"Yes, honey," replied Dila.

Dion widened Dila's legs and began to immerse his head there. Dila pulled the end of the pillow and bit the lower lip because of the taste of unmatched pleasure.

"Nobody?" ask Dion.

Dila nodded. "Yes, Honey. Wear your fingers too."

Dion did as Dila asked, enjoying every groan that spoke his name, until the woman was helpless as an explosion within her had come out.

Without wasting any time, Dion positioned himself. Get into the trough of love, then hit Dila with the energy he has.

The skin meets the skin, the sweat mixes into one. The sound of bed squeaks and the sounds of pleasure become a solid that adorns long nights for a pair of newlyweds.

Seriate.

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