Retaliation of the Sick Wife
The One and Only
Moving with rhythm, stroking with his lips and tongue strokes that actually make the wife move restlessly up there. Bhishma could see how Kanaya's body looked so stiffened up there. The man then turned back his memory, the memory that his wife looked inexperienced in kissing, the tops of her peaches that were so ripe with tanned pink, and also now her body that did not relax at all. Making Bisma back to support Kanaya, allowing both of her elbows to hold her own weight, the man again landed his kiss on Kanaya's lips.
“Why are you tensed, Honey?” one question was asked by the man because it was clearly visible that the plain body beneath him was stiffening perfectly.
While Kanaya could only close her eyes, without daring to look at her husband. Until finally, Bisma also decided that she would move slowly without having to hurt Kanaya. Gives her tenderness and assures Kanaya that all will be well. The man again kissed Kanaya, a gentle, yet rough kiss at the same time. A deep kiss, but also hunting at the same time. Moving in rhythm with her instincts, until she moved one finger to touch the core of the woman's body, a touch that made Kanaya increasingly squeeze her husband's hair. One touch that made Kanaya feel like she was stuck in her throat. And, a touch that made him shiver like he was in the snow.
Feeling that Kanaya was ready, Bhishma tightened herself up slowly. Trying to stomp and immerse himself fully in the heavenly cup owned by his wife. However, as the man tried and growled, the heavenly cup he had penetrated revealed was still so tight. It takes three to five strokes to make it fully fused. That too, not fully he was able to enter his wife.
A completely insane feeling, the shock that made Kanaya cry even whimpered. As a man, Bisma knew how hard she was to unite herself with Kanaya, she opened her eyes and looked at Kanaya's face.
“Sick?” slowly tanyanya. The man saw how Kanaya's face looked red from the pain, with tears just running from the corner of her eyes. Making Bisma slowly kiss both peluk eyes Kanaya. "Hold a minute, yes" she asked this time.
The pain that Kanaya felt from the tip of her head to the tip of her feet made her sob and embrace the body of Bisma so strongly.
Holding on for a moment, before starting to stomp with the strains of heavenly symphony, Bhishma smiled, “Tell Honey, if I am first for you?”
Unable to answer, Kanaya could only nod and continue to tear her eyes.
“Oh, yes Lord Naya ..” the man growled when he put something down there that seemed to pull himself to move and continue his line.
Slowly the man moved back in rhythm. The movement is asductive that makes it out of control until it loses consciousness. His movement for the first time felt the pleasure of his wife's heavenly cup. His feelings are more explosive when he learns that he is the first for his wife. A fact he did not know before that his wife was still sealed, intact, flawless and flawless. Only her status was a widow.
“Hand me Darling ... or you can bite my shoulder.” he said with a voice polishing the edge of Kanaya's ear.
Pausing his activities for a moment, Bisma then resumed the rain for the sake of the rain wrapped in pleasure. The shock that caused the crack that filled the room. Until Kanaya who was originally crying, now her crying has subsided, the sobbing actually changed into a melodious sound in the ears of Bhishma. The voice that made the man seemed to be whipping again his spirit.
“Bisma ...,” is called her husband's name is accompanied by clutching on the back of Bhishma. The call like a woman was hissing because something was stuck in her throat.
“Hmm, yes Darling ..” says Bisma, with more moving, stomping, as if there is no tomorrow to sip the sweetness of the love nectar she's tasting this time. The primitive side of the man actually made the man want to try something he had never felt before.
The man is getting rained down accompanied by a growl, until the movement is faster, faster, and faster. Urge, and ignore everything around him. No matter how Kanaya who was panting and moaning, there was precisely that became a whiff of spirit for a Bhishma.
“Yes God, Naya .. I Love U. You are the one and only for me.” said the man as he dropped his body over Kanaya with a hunting breath. Exploding sensed the multicolored fireworks as if only he and Kanaya were able to see them.
The culmination of a union that makes the time around it change, only the two move in rhythm, feeling the sweetness of love, and also fill their love water tank with the nectar they just regurgitated the sweetness.
Stabilizing his breathing slowly, Bisma descended, the man carried Kanaya in his arms. “How can Darling? Hmm.” asked while caressing his wife's plain arm.
“Hmm, what?” asked Kanaya who did not know with her ambiguous husband's words.
“How can you continue to call yourself a widow before, but the fact is that you are still original. Is this all original? I know for myself, how difficult it is to enter you and all this sense really explodes.” asked Bisma slowly.
The question that made Kanaya ashamed, unable to answer. The woman could now only immerse her face in the chest of her husband's field with one hand wrapped around his waist.
“Oh yes Lord .. Lucky me. When I was ready to accept all the consequences of marrying a widow, it turned out that you gave me an immeasurable surprise. Thank you My Lovely Kanaya, I Love U So Much.”
Indeed a very logical saying, Bisma thought she would never be able to feel how to penetrate through the heavenly cup of a girl because she thought with the status of Kanaya. But, unexpectedly, the man was almost crazy, exploded, how fireworks scattered in the sky, throwing sparks in the air to create colors in the sky.
While Kanaya was just trying, gathering back the energy, she was so limp and the pain was as if the heat was radiating from the groin to all her legs. “You're the first, and I hope to be the last for me, my husband. Mr. Doctor, I Love U.” he said so softly because the woman seemed to really lose almost all her energy.
Bisma tightened her arms and showered the top of his wife's head with her kiss, “You were also the first for me and the last. I love you, Naya, My Wife.”
When both people know that they are the first and hope to be the last, there is no sense that can represent the feelings of both. There is only love, gratitude, and a heart that rumbles boisterously when it becomes the first special gift in their marriage. The gift they opened together and tasted the taste for the first time. Both of them are momentarily broken, and crashed is a manifestation of the happiness they both feel, a special gift on their wedding night.