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63. I Trust You, Mama

...WARNING THERE ARE SCENES 21+...

...BOCIL PLEASE SKIP, BUT IF YOU WANT TO READ, THE AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE IN CASE OF FLOODS AND VOLCANOES ERUPT IN THE SURROUNDING AREA....

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A handsome man was at a famous nightclub in town. The sound of loud music echoed throughout the room. He looked around hoping that something would cheer him up tonight.

Fajiras!... Didn't you say you were away from your husband? The man had moved to this city for almost a year. Is he forcing you to come back or is there really a problem between you guys? why did you choose him over me. You'll never be happy with that predator Fajira.

Kraak!!!

He squeezed the glass he was holding until it broke. His eagle eyes are sharp, making women think twice when they want to approach the man. Slowly his hand drew blood from the broken incision of the shard, but not in the least he ignored. His mind wandered in search of a way how Fajira could be within the grasp of his hand.

I'll never let you be happy Fajira. You'll see later.

He again ordered the illicit drink, hoping to soon forget the trouble and find a new way to get the woman he loved.

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While at Irfan's main residence, Fajri already fell asleep after dinner last night. While the newlyweds choose to sit on the balcony while enjoying the atmosphere of the night that feels very romantic.

Fajira leaned against the chest of Irfan's field which always made her comfortable to be there, while Irfan still faithfully stroked the soft head of the woman he loved the most.

"honey," call gentle irfan.

"yes, mas,"

"Do you know that trauma can't heal?,"

"yes, I know!"

"But you can try to come to terms with the trauma you're going through right now, baby,"

"yes I'm trying, Mas,"

"Do we need to practice?" said Irfan flirtatious, his hands have begun to wander everywhere.

"Mas, I can't yet," stop Fajira.

"try first baby, don't you feel sorry for me who is always horny even if you just see you breathing?,"

"that's just you perverted Mas" Fajira got up from her seat and stepped inside leaving Irfan there.

But not to mention stepping, Irfan had pulled his hand so that Fajira again sat on Irfan's lap. With a very intimate and romantic position, the handsome man immediately seized the opportunity to fondle his wife more deeply.

Irfan again and again devoured Fajira's lips and played them with heat. The woman who really likes the sweetness of Irfan's lips did not refuse even a little, even now she is more proficient than before and managed to make Irfan smile happily.

Irfan's mischievous hands begin to act, trying to unbutton Fajira's pajira, slowly but surely and without his wife knowing. They are still fondly channeling their respective desires, even Fajira seems not to want to let go of Irfan just like that. Until unknowingly the top of the beautiful woman was wide open leaving lacy black glasses that look in contrast to her clean white skin.

Irfan mischievously, continued to wander until he touched the mound of chewy objects and held it gently. Because he was overwhelmed by Irfan's touch, even Fajira was not aware of his current condition.

Irfan groped his wife's body slowly, trying to keep Fajira unaware of what was going on right now.

"enghhh.." - Fajira's sigh was heard to surprise them.

"happy. Wh-can we continue?" shimmies of Irfan

"ma-mas, I-I'm hhmph..."

Irfan again melu.mat red lips Fajira gently so that his wife can be more relaxed. Fajira squeezes Irfan's back hair when the shadow returns.

"mas.." call Fajira.

"i'm not going to be rude, honey. I beg you"

"I'm scared" said Fajira.

"honey... Look at me, I won't be rude. Trust me" Irfan stared fixedly into Fajira's eyes with a pleading gaze.

"Yes..."

Irfan immediately laid Fajira on the chair gently. He looked at Fajira Lamat with a sweet smile.

"you won't know what it's like if you don't try to come back, baby. Can ya?"

"mas, I'm scared"

"slow down, baby"

Irfan returned to ccu.mbu Fajira gently. Irfan who was already very impervious was trying to control himself so as not to hurt Fajira again. He launched his action by stripping the clothes worn by Fajira and himself. Luckily the balcony was a little more closed so it was safe from the naked eye and looking for something interesting to see.

"cold gold," said Fajira.

Without waiting for long Irfan immediately held Fajira and laid her on the sofa that turned her back to the bed.

"Don't be noisy baby" whispered Irfan and licked Fajira's ear and successfully made the sweet woman bristle.

I finally got you, my wife.

Fajira tries to endure the trauma that comes back to haunt her. With roaring breath he followed Irfan's instructions to stay a little positive and try to dispel the shadow of the trauma.

"mas...," said Fajira restrained when he will feel the peak of pleasure after some time.

"get out honey. Keep thinking if this won't hurt. Simply feel the pleasure" said Irfan lyrically in the ear of Fajira.

"enghhh.." erang Fajira jolted as the hot liquid flowed from inside his holy cave.

"how dear? We continue, right?

"i believe you, Mommy."

Fajira closed her eyes holding back the burning desire and wanting more.

Irfan pointed his long barrel banana towards the valley he had been looking for all this time. Goa who made him a babing*an man who was never satisfied with one woman.

But this time he was determined, Fajira was the only place to go home, only Fajira the last woman he would love and love until the end of his life.

"pain sick" Lirih Fajira pushed Irfan's body trying to break through and penetrate the narrow path to enter the holy cave.

"hold on baby, it's just for a second. No papa yes, the pain is only for a moment" said Irfan stroking Fajira's head gently.

"i'm afraid mas," said Fajira when the severity of the shadow of the trauma was again present in his mind.

"no papa baby, you just enjoy it"

"eumm.." nodded Fajira with a trembling body.

"honey look at me" Irfan smiled sweetly with his eyes.

"I, shhh.. akhhh..," cried Fajira as Irfan began to move above her.

"sstt. later our child wakes up baby. How are you comfortable, baby?"

"enghhhh, mas ssshhh," fajira leaned over while pushing Irfan's body.

"If your fear, dear. I'm not gonna hurt you. It's quiet"

Irfan continued to whisper love words so romantic that it made Fajira gradually began to enjoy the movement of her gentle husband even though he occasionally pushed Irfan's body when the shadow crossed again. But Irfan quickly gave his wife peace and comfort.

Gently and affectionately, Irfan tries to make Fajira comfortable with the activities they do. He always tried to make Fajira's trauma can be controlled for the future.

Irfan ended their heat struggle tonight. Actually Irfan is still not satisfied with the game, but given the condition of Fajira who has been drooping, making it unbearable to ask again.

"thank you dear," Irfan peeped long Fajira's forehead.

"Mas, give it some distance. I'm not strong" said Fajira.

"Would you take a shower, baby?,"

"Tomorrow in the morning. My clothes please. I'm gonna take a break,"

"yes, baby,"

Irfan picked up a shirt for Fajira and noticed his wife who was still limp, but did not want to be helped.

"Would you rest, baby?,"

"Yes, um,"

Without waiting long Irfan immediately carried Fajira to their bed. He laid the woman down slowly, and took her place on the other side of the bed so that she could embrace her two angels comfortably.

Fajira gave a sweet smile looking at Irfan who exuded a happy hue. There is happiness in him. Although not the most important maximum he can serve Irfan well, as much as he can and can.

Until they fell asleep hugging each other.

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TO BE CONTINUE

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