Reyhan, My husband
Ninja Road

Outside, the sky was getting dark. The sea breeze is getting colder. The sun has shifted, hiding its rays and giving the moon a chance to return to its role.

Nayla turned on the television. Seeing an event that he did not understand at all.

I don't know the language, I don't know the story. What Nayla understood was only the outline of the conclusion, that the television program Nayla was watching was a show about how to learn makeup for teenage women. Nayla was able to deduce that as she read the title of the show,

Things about Girl.

"Classy event program" he murmured softly.

The girl was bored. A full day without any busyness. Just sleep, wake up and tidy up his suitcase, then go back to sleep after previously cleaning himself.

Nayla wanted to contact Reyhan, asking for news of his return. But unfortunately, since yesterday he did not get access to the goods network for a moment.

The cold air that managed to enter through the gap of his clothes, made Nayla move to take the blanket from the bed. Then, take her back to the sofa in front of the lighted television.

"Well, it's warmer." Covering the entire body with a thick object called a blanket, leaving the head alone.

The sound of the television, and the thump of the clock seconds that flowed as if to put each other apart, leaving Nayla who was silent in the noise.

His eyes wanted to be closed, when drowsiness came back, and increasingly attacked.

The automatic lock of the entrance rang, expelling his drowsiness without excuse.

Nayla opened her eyes wide, as if she had gained a new supply of power.

His head is looking up, though,

And sure enough, Reyhan with his sweet smile walked over.

"Home home?"

"Had it.." The man stopped. Standing next to the sofa that was Nayla's headrest. Yeah, Reyhan was standing with his thighs just above Nayla's head.

His malignant brain works without cue. The position of Nayla who looked up made her passion rise instantly.

His neck that level is increasingly interested in length, even the chest that is chewy and contains it is increasingly upright challenging. Following the position of Nayla's body that looked up at Reyhan.

It's too sexy. Ah no. It's adorable.

Reyhan bowing. Trying to give a brief kiss to his wife. Intentions, just a brief kiss.

Unfortunately, the desire did not allow that brief kiss to end up on the forehead.

Her seductive neck, inevitably forced Reyhan down the place with her lips.

Sweet. as sweet as honey. And always make opium to linger playing in that area.

A warm gust of breath struck Nayla's thin skin, as Reyhan's lips scoured her neck. She's a normal woman, well aware of the situation. His body did not refuse, even with his heart that seemed to open the door wide. Welcomed.

Closing your eyes is the ninja's path. When all the turbulent, blaring in Nayla. His heart beat faster, like running a marathon for miles. Along with his body that began to warm.

Heart's blossoming. A sense of happiness that ripples every Reyhan touches him.

What kind of feeling is this. Scared, but wanted. Sometimes it hurts, but enjoy it more. I want to stop, but I still want to. Nayla lulled, began to fall asleep with intimate touches of her husband.

Reyhan's two hands, which were right next to Nayla's ears, held his own body so as not to fall, and fell on the wife's body.

"That's it ..." Nayla shudders. Her fine fur fur stood up. And his body began to fall. The stimulation that Reyhan gave was too extreme, moreover, now all parts of Nayla's neck have been wiped out by the lips of the husband. "In bed, yes.."

"I want her here"

"But you haven't taken a shower yet..."

"Bodo very, later after this new shower together.."

"She-but....." Whatever Nayla wanted to say, it all came to a halt as Reyhan already kissed her lips gently. Ingridly*gutnya. Sharing saliva.

Do you think it's disgusting? NO. NOPE. Love makes everything delicious. And beautiful.

The cold that had attacked since, suddenly disappeared when Reyhan began to ride on the sofa, and bergagahi his wife. The room turned hot. Plus the bodies of Nayla and Reyhan are also heating up. Passion ignited by fire turned out to be able to become a natural warmer.

All is proven, when Reyhan managed to pull the blanket that covered his body, take off all clothes Nayla and throw it in any direction. But Nayla's body did not feel cold at all.

You know, why hasn't Reyhan come home since.?

In fact, sweat began to pour out, as Reyhan's mischievous hands began to play sensitive spots.

Sneak, caress the lush forest down there. Meanwhile, his lips asked for the upper ration. Giving a different sensation on the twin hills belonging to Nayla. Give kisses, bite, mark, and proof of ownership everywhere.

"Slowly Rey..."

"Of course. my husband"

The man grinned, as the jungle began to flood. "I'm from now on, right?"

Reyhan took off his pants. Stretching Nayla's thighs and slowly, putting her maleness into the nest. Getting deeper, look for the most comfortable place.

Still tight. And twitch. The heaven of the world is indeed this delicious, then what about the afterlife heaven? It must be more, right?

The two men, both of them explore the pleasures of the world.

It is no longer just the sound of television and the sound of an unpretentious clock. There was another voice, a stifled voice. But tantalizing. Diedamba everyone.

"I love you, Nayla..." His words were interrupted by their unification.

Both are racing against time. Primitive movements still dominate their activities. The sweat flooded Nayla and Reyhan's forehead.

"Rey, ah. slow down..."

"In a moment... ah..." Reyhan collapsed on top of Nayla. Along with the wife who also achieves pleasure.

"Thank you..." Holds his possessive embrace to his wife. "Stay by my side, Nay..."

The breath of both are still hunting. The turmoil and the taste of pleasure have not subsided. Slowly, Nayla opened her eyes which she had deliberately closed. "You cheated.." While hitting Reyhan's shoulder slowly.

"Why?"

"You're still wearing clothes. And you see me?"

As if getting an idea to prank the wife, Reyhan smiled cunningly. He kept his face away. To see Nayla's naked body.

"Reyhan, what the hell.don't look !" Nayla hit him again.

"You were the one who told me"

"That's not dong either.." Yank. "Try moving, I'm as breath you're covering this way."

"I'm still tired, baby." Reyhan tilted Nayla's body, then she lay down next to him. The cramped sofa made her hug Nayla very tightly. Really bedempetan. Or, he's the one who's gonna lunge back.

"Uluhhh, just once doang, cook already tired?"

"So? how many more times do you want?"

Eh?

Whahuh?

Not so he meant !

"Jeez, Reyhaan..."

"What?"

There are many refutations that Nayla wants to say to deny the husband's thoughts. But Nayla preferred silence. Hiding his red face in the field of the husband who was embracing him.

Yes, it is better to be quiet. Or, Reyhan will misrepresent again?

Silence is gold. That's the right proverb for now.

"Oh yes Nay, the jacket I wore when I left here yesterday, where?"

"Why?"

"That, there's a flash. I'll check the contents tonight."

"Yeah, our clothes were yesterday? I didn't love the laundry officer. He said it was back tomorrow morning."

"Seriously?" Duh, though Reyhan had gone home spit, because he wanted to know the contents of the flash. Reyhan wanted to know what video was actually being used as a threat weapon.

The video, he said, could affect the harmony of his marriage.

"Yes, what is it? it's really important, huh? Sorry"

"It's important, but come on, no papa. Check it out tomorrow."

"sorry. I didn't know there was a flash. Where is it important, right?"

"No, it's just important." Reyhan's hand rubbed Nayla's hair. Then, landed a kiss on the top of the woman's head. "Already, not papa"

I promise, I'll keep our marriage. As bitter as later,!