The After One Night
[Eza Jealous]

Between shame and lust, on a white bed decorated with red rose petals, Cheryl looked at the man's sensual face.

Her blonde mane is sexy. His blue eyes slightly enlarged when the white T-shirt Storm floated haphazardly and landed on the head of the sofa.

The smile of passion is so erotic... The roaring breath sounds tickling... God, this is how it feels when fanatical love defeats the ego and regrows the sympathetic back...

He wants to forget, but it is very difficult to switch, a sweet story that is only a little, able to imprint, he continues to sip, to strangle, do not want to be replaced by another.

"I miss you." Moreover, when the heavy voice was always pampering his ears.

Cheryl fell silent, watching how gentle the handsome man's touch was. It all felt like the first time they did it.

No rough palms, no more sun, nor the smell of pain that was inhaled from the Storm.

There is no worry about the burning of the cuisine that they were forced to stay when stung by passion as it is today.

Outside the wind blew the shady trees to the leaves of the dawdash, they rumbled like they were ringing the backsound of love romance from a couple.

Don't ask how sexy it is when Cheryl's eyes are closed and open in tandem with the airborne bellows.

He was plain no longer a strand of his thread. The towels were either thrown out of nowhere. The storm combed the entire curve of his body with wet lips.

Tickling nose pointed Storm hit every little inch of its smooth neck niche. The smell of vanilla that emanated from his body, became the most favored part of his man.

"Emm." What else but to enjoy? Cheryl has long been just playing around independently, let alone this time the owner of the serving heart.

"You know how lucky I am to have this opportunity back. I swear, you're a woman who won't be there in exchange."

Cheryl opened her eyes. She felt a drop of water falling from the corner of her husband's net wetting his lips. A small lamat-goal is heard.

Under the man's confinement, Cheryl was flabbergasted, trying to listen to the rare expression of the Storm's heart.

"Why did you drop Papa's demands?" In between the activities of their favor, Storm still had time to ask, honestly that is the thing that he did not know the reason.

Why are there women who are as good as Cheryl Arsya? Forgive her without expecting anything from her.

Cheryl smiling. "Anyway, he's my husband's father." Said slowly.

"Do I still deserve to be recognized?" The storm again eroded the distance until her lips clutched on her smooth cheeks.

"Seven years I've been without you, but I feel like I've never lost your loyalty. That's why I still admit you."

The Storm's face was in retreat. He looked deeply into his wife's face. Nothing changes still beautiful and youthful.

"Sister Sandy, Brother Luke, and others, they often provide information about you. And well, it was your loyalty that kept me going all this time." Cheryl is back.

The crinkled storm stared seriously at his wife's sensual lips. "I want to bite your lips." His whisper.

"Just do it." A blink of the tiny lips are linked to the teeth as well as the entanglement of the sense of taste.

No time to breathe, Cheryl tries to take in air occasionally when the opportunity arises. The storm won't escape, it's the same. Especially when the central body is touched by naughty fingers.

"Dear." Cheryl shook her head quickly as the man's face was between her smooth thighs. "How's eza?"

It seems that if it takes too long to warm up, it is no longer safe for them. Now there's Ezra who's probably gonna bang on the door anytime.

Storm chuckles. "Eza would understand. We let go of longs." Whisper again.

"Aah!" Cheryl looked up frontally, the ceiling of the room became a friend when she bristled.

There was an endless tip that brushed the core of his life. Long ago Cheryl did not feel this pleasure, she had to pull the hair on the top of the man's head, in order to maintain her position.

Don't finish it quickly. Do not quickly pass, let himself feel the stirring longer. Not wanting to stop it, not wanting to reject it, what a sweet half of the Storm's face that can still be seen by his retina.

"You want more?" After playing down there for quite a while, Storm got up and fiddled with the head of his buckle. "You?" Deuteronomy.

"Oh My God!" Cheryl raised her bell. Then he pushed back his screams by biting his lower lip. This room has not tested the sound. It felt like the first time the Storm tasted it.

"Hmm sick?" There's no way Cheryl answered yeah. Because it's too dear to let go.

Long ago when he was the first time, in the midst of his pain, the storm wanted to end it, but again he teased the handsome man, and said I was fine.

"Darling sure?" The storm confirmed, he whispered in the woman's ear. "You sure you want to go on?"

Cheryl nodded. "Related." His mouth.

The storm continues to drive his wife. It's not an illusion, it's so real that it feels like a dream in the morning.

Moisture begins to dew, it appears on the forehead, neck, face, temples, even the entire body of a couple who are drunk with romance.

"Crazy! It's crazy!" Praise for the praise that Cheryl made, made the storm more excited. Well, Storm always makes him opiate with his resilience, strength, and style innovation.

Long enough they change styles, from the soft to the extreme. Undeniably, both are equally creative for lovemaking. Languidly echoed, there was no hose.

"Mommy, Papi, are you guys inside?" The sound from outside the door disrupted the concentration of the Storm that was slightly more towards the peak of the world's heaven.

"Oh my God, Eza!" The storm suppressed his voice a little. Cheryl giggles in between her activities.

"Mommy!"

"Yes dear." Cheryl answered her son's screams. Sure enough, this room is not soundproof.

"Can Eza come in?" Shouted Ezra.

Storm shakes. "Don't run Yank. A little more." Weld it.

"Just change." Cheryl took over the position so that her husband would give up quickly under her activities.

A moment later, the Storm smiled sweetly after being able to throw away the dips of being buried in billions of seconds of loneliness.

Cheryl quickly enters the bathroom, cleaning herself up quickly. Cheryl then opened a wooden cabinet on the side of the cot and dresser.

This classic three-story villa is not so modern. All the furniture still uses Jepara carvings. And that's the aesthetic effect.

There are no women's clothes in there. Her husband's big white shirt she wears just as well.

The storm rose from the bed with a smile, then hugged the sexy woman from behind of course after putting her pants back on.

"Thank you."

Cheryl turned around, she grabbed her husband's t-shirt and prodded. "Wear the gih shirt. Eza's coming in."

"OK." The storm wore it with its lips wheezing, its eyes staring at Cheryl who was walking towards the door, then opened it.

"Mommy!"

Ezra hugged his mother, then ran inside her father's body to sit on the sofa.

Cheryl closed the door again before she stepped back to her husband's son.

"But why didn't you say there was Mami? So you want to master it yourself?" Tukas Ezra's.

Storm sniggers. "No."

"Why cheat then?" Ezra stared at his father's protest. "Mommy's here, but don't tell Eza."

The storm glanced at his wife. "Ok us for time only. Ezra's mom, early morning afternoon. But that night Mami had Papi, how was it?"