Trapped With The Jelita
Who Do You Love?

"Sit the truth in your place Jelita!" Ipul warns his wife who may be conscious was very hesitant to obey what he said let alone in a drunken state like this, it felt increasingly impossible to prove when Ralen still moved trying to climb up to his body to make Ipul try hard to make him sit on the passenger bench.

"I want to move above you Mas Sai" Ralen said at will, not knowing this was his wild side or just because of the influence of the alcohol he had been drinking.

Ipul sighed and his chest rose and fell quickly, he tried not to serve his wife's babble because he wanted to quickly get to the hotel, but when it was not served instead of being silent but increasingly becoming, he was still, it seemed like the level of alcohol that Ralen drank was very high even higher than the one he drank while at the party first.

"We have to get to the hotel first Jelita, only then you are free to do anything," said Ipul foolishly explaining to a drunk, what explanation will be heard? it was impossible to see that Ralen was shaking his head so quickly.

"No! I want to play here!" sahut Ralen with an indistinct voice.

Ipul's eyes glared at him, this is in the car and they were stopping by the road because Ralen who had been disturbing the concentration of Ipul who was driving.

Ralen's hand moved around looking for a seatbelt to open it, this was the second time because her husband had worn her seatbelt but she always managed to open it.

The seatbelt was back open and Ralen gravelly climbed onto her husband's lap which made him sit on his stool.

"Ah, I am happy to be here" said Ralen in a soft voice when he managed to occupy her husband while drowning in an unconscious but seductive face drowned the husband's neck, her hand even directly wrapped around her husband's shoulder which was repeatedly holding her breath.

At a time like this, of course, Ipul becomes restless there is something that slowly changes its shape and still has to be added to the movement of the wife's body that can not stand still.

"Can you sit still?" ask Ipul by holding back the slowly demanding turmoil.

"Can't be Mas Sai, I want to move and keep moving," Ralen said, even more deliberately swiping his chest on the front body of the husband.

"We're in the car and still on the street, we better go back to the hotel first after that you want to do anything to me I won't forbid." trying to persuade a woman who seems to have been getting higher with all the shadows of their romance in her head.

"Honey," the voice of the man whose lower body was occupied already sounded so heavy it was almost like a growl when he felt the woman on it instead like he was continuing to deliberately tease her.

"Mas Sai would have liked it, right?" Ralen instead asked in a seductive voice while raising his face then staring with both eyes which implied a very mountainous sense of wanting to be immediately given an antidote.

Ipul did not answer just busy feeling what infiltrated into him, feeling when his wife again dropped her head on the neck and exhaled so warm breath.

As a man of course this is very pleasant, who does not like when his wife becomes so aggressive and continues to squeeze herself, he said, but he is not the perverted CEO-CEO like in the novel who will have intercourse anywhere including in the car, really, Ipul did not think to do that with Ralen in a place that would not make them freely move later.

Ipul tried to restore normalcy and the roar of hunting breath and opened his two eyes that had been closed because he enjoyed what was done by his wife.

"We're back at the hotel now!" said Ipul firmly while lifting the waist of the wife to move and sit properly on the passenger bench.

"No way!" reject Ralen who now instead clamp the waist of her husband with both legs wrapped in jeans.

Again Ralen stubborn and reluctant to obey and further strengthen the clasp of her feet on the waist of the husband made her husband close his eyes with his head turned up, looking up, ralen's leg clasps made the rest of his body crimp and demanded release.

Ralen raised her face and cupped her husband's cheeks to face him, with slowly the eyes of the man who was so washed away in a wave of taste also opened the gaze of Ralen who was so me.

The two eyes looked at it for a few minutes with the roar of breath that clashed with each other and exchanged a warm feeling and then hit their faces.

"You can't love me" said Ralen answered his own question because the man in front of him did not give an answer.

Ralen's voice sounded disappointed even more when her husband did not move at all, she wanted to give up when suddenly her husband attacked the lips that had moved asking questions about feelings.

Ralen was a little surprised but then chose to enjoy what her husband was doing, both of her hands are now holding the back of her husband's head just in case the man doesn't stop what he's doing.

Their lips intertwined with each other's geeak and coiled with each other creating sounds so mysterious began to guerrilla fill the sense of hearing in a car that almost 30 minutes stop by the road.

Ralen's question sank without answer because what is now is the movements and sounds that result from the movement wrapped in lust.

Ralen raised her face as her husband moved down her neck, believing after this what she had wanted since then would be real, making love in the car with limited motion really made her more challenged.

The hand of Ipul who clasped the wife's back moved up and down with his face on the chest of the woman who closed her eyes waiting for what her husband would do next.

"Hold a minute I'll get the car fast!" firmly, Ipul sat Ralen on the passenger bench and put a seatbelt on the body of the woman whose eyes both looked at her heart and were upset because what she imagined would not happen.

Ralen was about to unbuckle her seatbelt but suddenly her husband stretched out his left hand and restrained her from doing anything.

Ralen snorted dissatisfiedly and threw his face on the car glass with both eyes that were still very dear due to the influence of alcohol he drank.

Along the way Ralen who was hit by upset but also being raised instead moved restlessly in the middle of the crush of the husband's arm that was accidentally right in his chest.

"It seems like next time I'm going to deliberately get you drunk to stir up your wild soul, Jelita," said Ipul glancing at his wife who could not keep quiet, deliberately pressing his hand arm towards the chest that was covered by clothes.

Ipul began to plan something for his wife who was really in a condition of wanting him even now the woman was directing the left hand that he had used to hold his wife's body to touch parts of the body underneath, making him growl let out a stifled voice and implied he also wanted to immediately do his own job without the need for help of his wife.

With just one hand the man controlled the car leading to the hotel where he stayed, concentrating fully on the speed of the vehicle and the road they went through with the help of lighting from the car lights, he said, streetlights and the moon are sometimes blocked by lush trees on the side of the road

Repeatedly, Ipul swallowed his saliva to hold back everything Ralen did while giving instructions to his hand to sneak into his pants.

"Ah," his mouth let out a heavy sound as he touched something sensitive that belonged to his wife.

While Ralen more and more willing to do what she wants, her husband's hands really she uses well in the middle of the car that is still driving.

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