Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 28 Successfully Complies
Treeet...
Soleh.
Ten o'clock in the night, the phone rings.
It was Amelia who called him.
"Hallo's? Whyhappiness, Amel? What's up?"
Juriah who woke up because of the sound of the ringing of Soleh's cell phone instantly petrified.
Miss Amel phone? Nights like this?
"What's? Oh, aye. Yes, Yang. I'm going there right now. Whahuh? But.., yes, I have. Tomorrow after the dawn prayer I will be there. Ta'ziah to your pakde's house. Ja. Sorry Mel, it's me the same Juria's been sleeping. Ja. InshaAllah I say your regards to Juria! Okay, assalamualaikum..."
Clik.
"Who, Mas?" tanya Juriah pretended to have just woken up.
"Amelian. Said Ms'Denya died last night at nine."
"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiuun."
Soleh sighed while looking at Juria's face.
"Will you go there now?"
"It was. But Amel was forbidden. He said he felt sorry you were left alone at night. So at most I'm out of there tomorrow."
Hm. It turns out that the speech of Mbak Amel was very heard by Mas Soleh. Is that how you are to her, Mom? Can't I make you so much more sobriety later? Why... it feels like this chest hurts to hear you so obey the words of Madam Amel, Mas?!
Juriah presses her d+d+.
"Ke_why, Yang?" ask Soleh stuttered to see Juria seen hitting the soft part of the body that tantalizes his maleness instinct.
"Either, Mas... Like, it seems a little painful."
"You catch a cold like that. Yesterday we went home to the kesorean. Ride the bike without a thick shirt, so be it..."
"It hurts here."
Juriah pretended to stroke the d+d+ to his left with a slow twisting motion.
At once Jakun Soleh began to get out of control.
"This one?" sanya Soleh stuttered with her index finger towards the heart of Syria.
"What does it feel like? That hot?" ask her again with great attention.
Juriah looked at Soleh. A look full of hope.
Come on. let's move. I gave you the code.
Sally just dared to look. He was afraid to touch the sens+t+f section of Juria. Worried that Juria would get angry and stay away from him again.
Get up and leave the room in a hurry. Apparently, he wanted to get a glass of warm water for Juriah.
Juria who looks confused because her husband just left her alone in the room, now smiles understandably.
"Drink first, baby!"
"Thank you, Mum!"
Glek glek
Soleh watched as Juria gulped down the water brought from the kitchen.
Juria's lips look wet and seductive.
Soleh also glanced back at the d+d+ section to the left of the property of Juriah. Then move on to his side.
Equally large. Definitely delicious and delicious because of a young age!
Soleh shook his head.
He realized that he had thought dirty and tried to eliminate the nature of his m+s+m which often appears when with Syria.
"Well..."
The Syrian turned towards Soleh.
"Why, Mas?" juriah asked with a soft voice trembling.
"A me, ish. Come on, go to the bathroom first. To pee!"
Juriah blushed. Soleh walked out of the room again. Secretly Juria began to realize that jun+or little brother Soleh had awakened from his sleep.
Soleh returned to the room, and Juria was still with a smile on her lips.
"Yes..."
"Dude..."
Soleh felt the voice of Juriah like a cute Japanese girl once when he watched f+lm d+w+sa.
Soleh began to dare to grab onto the shoulder of Juria. But very slowly and worked as gently as possible.
"Darling..."
"Yes..."
"Darling..."
Soleh stroked Juria's straight black hair dangling above her waist.
His hands are exploring slowly. Go up to the top of the head, then infiltrate the back of the neck of Juria.
Now the beautiful face is only a few centimeters from his face.
The jyrians are not fighting. Nor did it push up Soleh's body. Instantly make Soleh think to start the maneuver.
Dik+c+pnya lips Syria. And the girl just geng+liat hold h+sr+t with her eyes closed.
"Darling, open your eyes. Look at my face, which loves you as sincerely. Dear Syrian.., look at me. Accept me for who I am. Me. your husband, who will be fully responsible to you..."
Juriah according.
Her beautiful black-colored eyeballs were now staring at the slightly brownish netra of Soleh.
"Yes..."
"Yes dear..."
"Mas... Uhh..."
Soleh menc++m cheeks Juria slowly. Then down to the lips and just meng+c+p tip only. Soleh continued gently once descending into the recess of the neck of Juria.
The girl squirms and occasionally closes her eyes holding back her loud-sounding des+h+n in Soleh's ears.
"Don't be noisy, honey! Later Abi Ummu listen. Hehehe.." whispered Soleh made Juria hit Soleh slowly but right at the end of his lato-lato handle.
"Ohh."
Soleh held down the pekik.
Now he is more agile men++mi back part of the face of Juriah. Trying to give the most comfortable touch possible so that the wife enjoys it.
As Soleh had expected, Juriah released all of his defensive fortifications. After receiving k+c+pan soft and sweet from the husband bertubi up and down from the face to the area l+h+rnya.
D+d+nya up and down withstand the turmoil of the new taste the first time he felt in life.
Delicious taste berg+glans all over the body.
Juriah mer+g+ng as Soleh's fingers slowly unbutton her nightwear blouse. And revealed slowly d+d+ hemisphere covered in safety cup cup.
With a long breath.
The curious soul of Juria was getting more and more excited. His body g+liat full of g+irah when a finger Soleh maneuver infiltrated into the cup and found one of the cute little mounds of papilla surrounded by areola.
Syria to ter+ngs+ng.
"Darling...! You need to know, menh+s+pnya will make you so young," whispered Soleh right in the earlobe of Jyria who blushed embarrassed.
Now the Syrian government is getting more resigned. Soleh managed to open the cup hook without Juria noticing until now slowly shifting the cover shows the contents of the cup that from the beginning makes Soleh curious.
Prangs...
Amelia turned to look at the picture frame that fell from the wall of her pack house. He also looked at the clock on the wall. Twelve o'clock less.
Amelia was studying yasinan with some relatives from her mother's family. His bude died at nine in the night, and now their family is in the house of Pakde who is only a few hundred meters away to help because his mother's sister has just died.
"Well, there's wind!?"
The others shook their heads. They do not ignore the falling picture frames. Because the frame is made of plastic, so it does not break scattered about the glass grains.
The late princess bu'de took it and kept it on the table.
"Mother.., may God give His heaven a proper place with the best people."
"Aamiin..."
Amelia continued to teach.
For some reason, he felt that there was a room of his heart that was empty suddenly. Could it be because of the departure of bude who was already sick with sugar since a year ago, Amelia could not guess.
Whereas in a different place, her husband was engrossed in making love with his young wife. And successfully planted the seed with a double heart.
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