My wife Canduku
this is called 'halal'

Inca Pov.

Arriving at the apartment, Mario immediately threw himself on the sofa. Not yet room, but Mario is already lying on the sofa of the television room. Today was exhausting. I let Mario in there, and rushed into the bathroom.

I remembered Mario's message, which I wanted to spoil. There were some lingeries in our closet pile, the lingerie that Mama Laras bought, which could be in the tens. However, there is only one I am wearing. I was so worried to see the shape of the clothes. Impressed like a bad woman.

Finally I wear black lingeri. This color, it makes me more graceful, my skin looks more white. I look at my body in the mirror.

"Hmm. This is why this is the shirt." I muttered. I'm messing with my hair. I actually like my husband's touch.

The bathroom door is open, but Mario is not seen here.

"Ah...is she still in the TV room?" I still say to myself. Then I stepped into the television room. Mario is still there.

"Sister, if you're sleepy to move into the room." I said lemvut while stroking Mario's shoulder.

"Sister.." I still stroke his shoulder while gently swaying. Suddenly Mario pulled my waist tight. Now I'm on it. Mario's head was right on my chest.

"Harum, your body is fragrant." Mario said with his eyes still closed.

I hugged her head and stroked her hair, "If you're still sleepy, just move to the room."

I stared intensely at Mario's face. He was handsome, his eyebrows thick, his eyelashes long, his nose pointed. I tried to touch that nose, but Mario opened his eyes.

"Acharmed?" mario said with a voice.

"Hmm.. What is it?" I pretended to be innocent, asking again.

Mario smiled, "ck... I don't know, from now on you look at my face? Hm.." Mario's hand was silent. He stroked my hair.

We really are not far away. The caress came down to the shoulder, long ago Mario stroked my smooth shoulder. Suddenly he laughed a little.

"Why you?" I asked to see his expression like that.

"I don't know why, either? Adjacent to you always makes me turn on." replied Mario by slightly lowering my body, so we faced face to face. The tip of our nose touched.

"What's that turn on?" I ask, honestly I don't understand what Mario means. I asked with a true ignorant expression, making Mario even more chuckling.

"Inca... Haha, uh.."Mario's body swayed because of his laughter, making my body also sway.

"What's so funny? Weird." I turned my face away.

Soon, Mario pulled my chin and touched my lips. I enjoyed every kiss Mario gave me, my first kiss and still I love it. Mario is still watching my lips soft and demanding. His tongue entered my mouth, sipping everything in it, not forgetting that he bit my lips.

"Why indeed?" I asked back.

"It's a habit, if I ask for sure, behind it." Mario pinched the tip of my nose.

"Because it's always sweet." Said Mario again.

"Hm.. Oya, I was drinking milk." My face started to blush.

"Have milk, really drink milk." Ledek Mario while squeezing pa*ud*r.

"Aaww.. Don't squeeze that!" I moved Mario's hand and tried to get up from his cage.

"If you wake up, I'll make you some coffee?" I asked, after getting up and standing in front of Mario who was still laying himself on the sofa.

"I told you, I don't want anything else. I just want your body." said Mario who had risen and leaned his back against the wall of the sofa.

"You don't like it clearly." I left Mario and walked into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and tasted my favorite tiramisu cake. Suddenly Mario had wrapped his hands around my waist and continued to trace the area of my neck with his lips.

"Sister, ticklish." Whiney. Mario stopped his activities. He looked at me who was eating tiramisu.

"Ga is afraid of fat eating this malem-malem," said Mario by sticking his chin on my shoulder.

I shook my head, "no, it's just a doank chip."

"I want to taste it too" said Mario. I picked up a little cake, but Mario's hand held me back.

"It's not this cake I want to taste, it's your body." Mario closed the fridge and held me in a bridel way.

Mario took me to my room and put me to bed. Slowly he traced my body from head to toe, giving me his own stimulation. I also gave him access to facilitate what he wanted to do.

Mario grinned and said, "has started to keep up with my game?" I just nodded with a faint look, making Mario even more in action.

Pov Author.

The battle also happened. The two wrestled up to the third of the night, sweating and exchanging saliva. Tonight the Incas did it voluntarily and without pressure. He looks better and wilder. Mario is made crazy by his wife's body. The wife who was created because of her madness to avoid the arranged marriage of the father. However, this time he was completely hypnotized by the wife's body. The only body of the woman he misses the most, he likes, does not even know the word bored. Although he had explored with another body, but his wife who he wanted the most.

Maybe this is called 'halal', so that it feels so beautiful.