Reyhan, My husband
Can Greed?

There is nothing wrong, even if love thrives and develops well, all will be in vain if God does not predestine to be together. That was also true for the demon lord and angel queen. Even if in the real world they are in different color dimensions, they can still unite if the hand lines have written it like that.

Nayla cut off her daydream, smiling sweetly as she found her burly hand clutching her body in a warm embrace. Friction of the skin that meets the skin without being blocked by a thread even adds warmth to the more felt under the blanket.

"Rey..."

"Hem" Still answered the soft voice even though his eyes were still closed. The voice that Reyhan always missed.

"Can I be greedy?"

"In terms?"

Nayla moved her body. Looking for a more comfortable position so that his hands can reach a head that is sniffing his neck from behind. "Have you. I want to have you alone. Without having to share"

Reyhan tightened his embrace. "Why not?" Enjoying the touch of a hand on his head that evokes a little more of his passion.

"Nay, I'm yours indeed.I don't want to be owned other than you"

"But I don't trust Rey"

I'm with my bad past and you with all your good things, do I deserve it?

"You deserve..." Reyhan replied behind his back as if he could hear Nayla's inner voice. "Shall I show you the evidence?"

"A-pa?"

Reyhan changed Nayla's position to recumbent, then he crawled up on her with one hand locking his wife's hand over her head. Then, a grinning smile gazed into the girl's eyes until the netra they met.

"What do you want?" Nayla's eyeballs were rounded and her breathing was blocked. Reyhan's gaze with this sharp makes it dead fleas. Even if the next thing they do often. Especially with this position.

"You want to show proof, if only Nayla deserves it"

In the next instant, Reyhan's lips met Nayla's. Reyhan kissed her gently and passionately.

As if not resisting, Nayla opened her mouth slightly. Make it easier for the boneless object to dart in obscuring the entire oral cavity Nayla. After before Reyhan bit his lower lip.

His hand released Nayla's hand after it felt safe that the girl would not rebel. Then down rubbed Nayla's neck. Reyhan really made his wife forget how to breathe well. And Nayla felt so dizzy that she enjoyed a gentle touch of it, before Reyhan stopped her kiss.

"Rey"

Stared sharply and this close makes Nayla feel the breath of her husband who was cut off just like the breath of his lust. Then suddenly his cheeks warmed up, probably already red blushing.

His wife nodded timidly. Making it many times attacked by the fire of passion that had almost extinguished. A force of its own seeing Nayla meet like that.

Reyhan dropped his lips on Nayla's neck. Making licks that force her girl to look up without being ordered. Enjoying the body scent that Reyhan always longed for in silence.

His hand moved to the blanket that blocked his eyes from two beautiful mounds that were hardening defiantly. As white as cotton and as smooth as silk, Reyhan could not figure out why the mound always fit in his grasp.

Following his instinct in wrestling, he squeezed the mound slowly. Gives a painful but distressing sensation. Winding a small circle of the top of the mound. Make the girl below him squirm his lethargy and groan pleasure.

"Rey"

"I started huh?"

For the umpteenth time, Reyhan's evening sport started in a different way. Nayla's hole always manages to squeeze Reyhan's trunk.

It was still as narrow as the first time Reyhan entered it. And always make Reyhan want again, and again..

The most primitive and famous movement since time immemorial, brought the two of them flying to the peak of nirvana. It pierced the seventh heaven without cue. Release all the seeds with hard relief.

"Nayla's all I want, Reyhan dear Nayla.."

His words shortly after they achieved mutual satisfaction made Nayla's heart rustle in tranquility. Reyhan dropped himself on his neck. Her breath felt warm touching Nayla's skin. With hers that has not been removed from the wife's.

"I feel like, I want it again and again, it's like this Nay"

"But I'm tired." Prevent Nayla by slightly pushing Reyhan's body to the side. Making it once again growl the moment by force, their bodies were detached from the union.

Reyhan tekekeh while returning to his position. He hugged Nayla back from behind, pulling up his own body to reach the top of his head so he could smell the beautiful hair of his wife.

"Thank you Nayla.."

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Hay hay.. happy reading manteman..

Sorry yes, a little first, there are other activities in the real world...

Here, to reduce your kangen feeling the same as Nayla and Reyhan, not a romantic-romantic love just yet... 😘