My wife's a fraud
Consent

Gita fell asleep again after she calmed down and finished crying. Apparently, the effect of the drug Juan given has not completely disappeared. Arki carries and lays Gita in his hotel room. Close together and no longer want to be far apart.

Arki gently rubbed the back of Gita who was in an embrace. Feeling warm and comfortable that for more than a month he did not feel. So misses her with this kind of feeling, with all the beautiful curves of Gita's body and her fragrance.

Arki seems to have fallen mired into the charm of Gita. Now his brain is spinning how to get Gita to fall in love with him. He doesn't want to divorce Gita. Even the desire to start the relationship right again is getting bigger. Can he convince Gita?

He recalls how the Gita asked him to untie them immediately. But Arki can't. Until now he was unable to do so. Although Arki wants to see the Gita happy, for such a decision Arki cannot grant it.

“Why?” ask Arki when he sees Gita moving uncomfortably and getting up from his sleep.

“I'm thirsty,” he answered raucously. His eyes are heavy to open. His body was so comfortable in the warmth of the Arkite deck. It feels like a dream.

“In a moment, I'll get you water.”

Arki let go of her embrace and took the bottled water on the dresser. Then help Gita drink. After that they hugged back under the blanket. Feeling comfortable with each other.

Under these circumstances Arki could not get rid of his wild thoughts that continued to run. Gita who is in an embrace, his warmth is able to awaken something dangerous in Arki. After all, the part never again gets attention and goes on adventures. After they were far apart, the cobras were lonely.

Arki's mischievous hands begin to slip into Gita's t-shirt. Wild guerrilla touches the pleasant parts of his wife's body. Before long, Arki had already begun to find the beautiful fat mound that he had missed so much. Fit in the hand and ready to play.

Arki pushed Gita slowly to his back and positioned himself on it. Dunking a kiss on the beautiful lips of his wife. Their tongues interlocked with the mesmerizing over time.

Gita opened her eyes, this time all she saw was Arki. It must have been a dream, because Arki didn't want it, and he might have done it with Gita. Perhaps having missed the man too much, Gita becomes hallucinated being touched again by him. But why does it feel so real? All the familiar and very memorable touches spread throughout his body.

“Arki?” whispered Gita who still can not distinguish the limits of dreams and reality.

“Yes? Its me. Worry not! You sleep again if you are still sleepy,” whispered Arki in the ear of Gita.

But where the Gita may fall back asleep, while the touch of Arki continues to roam makes Gita feel ungodly. The pleasure and amused she felt at once, as Arki scatters her chest, scooping and grasping it in hand. Gita has almost forgotten how she is always lulled at every touch of Arki on her body.

The Gita does not try to fight or stop him. It seems like he wanted this for a long time. When the clothes he was wearing had been thrown in any direction by Arki, Gita still did not refuse him. His consciousness had not fully recovered, still feeling that what he was doing was just a dream. Though the sounds of muttering and moaning came out involuntarily from his mouth.

Arki's spirit seemed to be whistled to hear Gita groaning and enjoying. His kisses were fixed to the thighs. Marked many reddish beams on Gita's body, leaving a trail that the woman belonged to her.

Arki began to immerse his inheritance into Gita's body. An overwhelming feeling he almost forgot, for following his ego and wrong way of thinking. Though he only needed the Gita, he only needed to let go of all his hatred and high-heartedness. The female body is what it needs. All his doubts were lost to the overwhelming pleasure that kept coming down as his body swung.

“Ukh.. Arki,” ringis Gita while gripping both shoulders Arki firmly. Pain and pain that favors make it more lost the direction of consciousness.

“Why? Sick? I'm too rough?” whispered Arki, then kissed Gita's lips for a moment.

Gita nodded. He was unable to keep up with the pace of the game Arki too fast until his body stomped. Arki slowed his movements. Instead, he deceived the attack. Slowly, but deeply, makes Gita equally shocked. Until I keep moaning in pain. Tears escaped from her mouth. The Gita will not protest. Only in a dream like this could he feel back being touched by Arki.

All the struggles and touches are now getting faster reaching the end of the game. They hugged each other, releasing long-held pleasures. Fused together in groans and breaths together. They hug each other, kiss, touch, touch, and shackle each other as if they do not want to be separated again.

There were only the two of them with satisfaction that had already reached their heads.

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Gita wakes up because her phone is ringing. Feeling his whole body limp and the core feels dull and painful. A few traces of redness grooved regularly on his stomach and thigh neck. Marker of the man who is now lying bare-chested beside him.

Instantly Gita flinched. Fully aware. The effect of the drug Juan gave off disappeared. The sheer intensity of the shadow that had occurred made him horrified. Juan tried to rape her, then tried to take her life. Arki came and beat Juan mercilessly. Then ended the shadow of her and Arki was in love all night.

No. gabe. This is not true. Why should it be now? When his heart and body were ready to leave Arki. Gita is ready to let go, although a beam of hope he continues to defend.

The Gita is on the brink of a major dilemma. His fear grew because of many things. Especially about Arki's increasingly unclear feelings for him. Get rid of it, but then want it. Meanwhile, he has now agreed to stay away from Arki, because he is unworthy and unwanted.

The phone kept ringing. Gita got out of bed, reaching for the device that kept ringing. The name listed there increasingly makes Gita hit by feelings of unworthiness. Should he follow? Or stay here and repeat the feeling of being hurt by Arki? Gita finally picked up the phone trembling.

“Halo, Ma'am Gita. The car that will pick up Mbak Gita to the airport is already in the lobby. Flight to Jakarta in an hour. Please get ready immediately and get down to the bottom,” Basuki said on the phone.

“I can't. Arki here, I'm with Arki—“

“Mbak Gita has agreed to this with Mr. Arya, right? There is no reason to stay with Mas Arki. Please get down to the lobby and leave for the airport. Pak Arya is already waiting for Mbak Gita's arrival in Jakarta.”