The Conqueror of Love the Heir
PLN

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The sun began to emit a tinge of orange omen of dawn coming. Dew drops soaking up the green foliage invigorates the sense of smell. Kumandang adhan dawn was heard a few minutes ago from the mosque in the elite housing complex.

The morning air was cold and there was still the rest of the raindrops last night. Plus the cold from the air conditioner felt so piercing to the bone. The blanket blocked the cold air. However, it cannot dispel. It remained translucent until the two human children who were under the covers felt the cold.

A couple of different ages who were under the covers felt cold, so without opening their eyes they hugged each other looking for warmth. Their bodies were perfectly attached like lizards stuck to the wall, there was no distance between Mahen and Nayla. Make some limbs that are not wrapped in clothes feel attached to one another. Accidentally rubbing each other.

The more attached each body and warmth in the can. The newlyweds sleep more and more. Unconsciously the two had hugged each other tightly.

However, when something stuck on the bottom that felt strange and increasingly piercing, Nayla tried to get the object out of her body.

Drowsiness that has not been perfect, reluctant to open eyelids that are still tightly closed. His hand moved to hold what was disturbing his sleep. He continued to mera ba raba from end to end. Jat memi squeezed and gripped her something that felt soft. However, a few seconds later, he felt a change from the object. Now, it's hard and elongated. Making Nayla confused to think in her sleep so disturbed, what exactly is that thing? A sausage? Aubergines? Or a baseball bat? But why are they near her, when she sleeps!

Unlike the man who was lying quietly beside Nayla. The handsome man who woke up in his dreamland felt a windfall in the morning. When you wake up, you are treated to a pair of fresh green avocados, still wrapped neatly hanging on the tree. He inhaled the scented fragrance that burst from the avocado fruit that was ready to be harvested by him. The sharp nose of the handsome man continued to sniff towards the avocado fruit that was very eye-staining and would be a palanquin for him.

The desire of the heart cannot be contained anymore. Want to immediately open the wrapper to be able to feel the freshness and sweetness of the legit avocado has.

Slowly the handsome man moved closer to the tree. Two avocados ready to be picked. He did not waste this golden opportunity. He swallowed his saliva rough. His passion broke out, because he was no longer held back. His fingers began to move open the frilly cloth wrapping avocado fruit. Smelled the tip of the avocado fruit that has managed to escape from the lacy cloth. Gently stroked and kneaded avocado fruit in a grasp. Attach the tip of the kiss to the cute pink fresh part of the eye sticking out. Unknowingly, the left hand that was originally silent. Now also explore playing on the tip of the avocado. Stroked until anxious and ended with a gentle, but rhythmic, sashdu.

There was a beautiful moaning sound from the avocado tree. A voice that is not too familiar in the sense of hearing of the man. However, he is now one of the newcomers to his heart. Which might shift the other position. Plunge it until it's not left.

The mysterious voice that greeted Jalu came out from hiding. The power plant that instantly drains the nerves limp into a strain belonging to the Line. Until filled with full power and ready to compete with qualified skill techniques.

And not much different from the condition of the man. Nayla who had just thought about the strange thing, suddenly she heard the sound of people enjoying eating meatballs spiciness, then sweeping the marrow in the bone. Steady smuggling.

A minute later, Nayla opened her eyes. When he felt the tip of his forehead bitten by anxiety. To his surprise, he saw Mahen's lips coming forward. Nayla's reflex just pushes Mahen's body away.

"Om fuck!" nayla shouted, instantly covering her chest with a pillow.

"Auchsad.." Mahen jerks. He was in pain when his body fell to the cold floor.

"Mazo..!" mahen's baritone voice broke the silence.

The tail of the girl's eyes that sat on the bed, stared at the person who called her name. But he did not answer.

Mahen moved from his position. Then, jump on the bed. Then tightly clutched the body of his cute wife.

"Why do you push me that way! Here's my bed! This is mine too!" exclaiming Mahen pointed at the chest of Nayla who had previously thrown the pillow she held.

Nayla voiced her voice softly. "Om sleeping while mende legitimate," Nayla who felt Mahen's mysterious voice, made her goosebumps.

Nayla gave one nod, she looked at her interlocutor with her jet black eyes that still looked round.

"Then? What the hell am I doing? And you do too?" asked Mahen with worried eyes.

"Om-," Nayla's not done talking, Mahen interrupted her.

"Forgot what to call!" the hardic.

"Eh, yes. Mas Mahen anu it's Nae!"

Mahen winced. "What anu?" questions with answers not connected. But the brain contents of Mahen's head instantly synchronized the young girl's answer with her dream.

"Then, who raised Jalu from her seed?" mahen asked, looking towards Nayla.

The one asked did not answer. Nayla lowered her head.

"Naea.. Why don't you answer my question, baby!"

"Nae doesn't know, who is Jalu? Who is awakening too? PLN, the time you give me the electricity!" answer Nayla flat.

"Gosh, Nae. Who was it that was massaging who?"

Nayla looked at her husband with a confused look. Because he felt like a dream was not real.

"So, there's something stuck down there," Nayla pointed towards Jalu who was hiding herself back.

"So contaminated Nae's hands!" Nayla shook her head and hit her hand. "So you! Sassy!"

"Haha.." Mahen laughed off. "Thank you, sweetheart. Already greeting Jalu in the morning," Mahen raised his eyebrows.

"But how can that be?" tanya Nayla still does not understand the habits of the Jalu in the morning.

"The concept entered the concept? sindir Mahen's. " It has become a habit of the Jalu every morning. Moreover, he was exposed to cold air and accompanied by his bobok the same as you. Yes, definitely on fire! Full power! No need for a carger straight bablas!"

"But, Nae accidentally," Nayla replied nervously and felt very embarrassed to admit it.

"Stay away! Already gripped! The Jalu is also happy! Be stroked and massaged in the morning! Could be a direct dawn attack!" goda Mahen's.

Nayla plunged her face into the chest of Mahen's field. Her cheeks are warm. The air conditioning is still on. However, it was all unable to cool Nayla's flushed cheeks like a boiled crab. As a result of the temptations and teasing Mahen who strafe him.

Not wanting to be the temptation of her husband in the morning. Nayla chose to get out of bed. But he still could not stand. His body was supported by Mahen.

"Bad.. Move, Masss!"

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