Aksara For Arsyilla
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On the eve of dinner, Aksara came down from her room and joined the family of her in-laws who had filled the dining table. The man greeted Mama, Papa, and also Arshaka who had first occupied a seat at the dining table.

“Evenings everyone,” greet Aksara so joined the family of his parents-in-law.

“Ya, Aksara night .. from last time ya got here?” ask Papa Radit.

“Iya, after the campus was Pa... would like to pinjem his books Syilla,” he replied while waiting for Mama Khaira and Arsyilla who arranged various food menus on the dining table.

“Oh, so have you started the thesis well? Already reached What Chapter?” ask Papa Radit again.

“Jalan Chapter 2, Pa... still new kok Pa, important to do first,” reply Aksara again.

Arshaka who also listened laughed to see his Sister-in-law who was still so busy with the thesis. It was amused, when her own brother, Arsyilla had completed education up to S2 and managed to become a Lecturer. His brother-in-law actually still has to fight with the thesis in plain sight. In the eyes of Arshaka, his Brother and his Sister-in-law were a matching couple, although funny because his Sister-in-law was a student of his own brother.

“Semangat aja Mas .. Kak Syilla pinter tuh, ask for help taught Kak Syilla aja,” sahut Arshaka.

“Iya, later just ask questions with Syilla,” added Papa Radit.

Aksara also scratched his head which is not itchy at all, actually, “Iya .. but Aksara wants to try it himself first, Pa. .. his wife Aksara is a lecturer, but still must be professional. Just ask,” sahut Aksara.

Mama Khaira who just joined was apparently also said, “Nah, it's cool .. if only asked no problem, if done his wife was not allowed. Thesis is your business to graduate so just do as you can, if dead end just ask Syilla,” response Mama Khaira.

“Iya Ma,” Reply Aksara.

Until finally the family enjoyed dinner together and discussed the Aksara thesis. Of course, his family-in-law also supported him to be able to complete the thesis as soon as possible. As long as there is an intention, it can definitely be resolved. After all, all input from the Instructor can be completed as long as we want to search and revise immediately without waiting for more time.

“Mama, later some books have Syilla want us to bring to the apartment well? Let Brother if you want to do the thesis just take it,” permission Arsyilla to Mama.

“Brought aja, Darling .. Everything your husband needs, just take it. Because, in doing the thesis it requires a book as a source of reference. So, just take it. Later if less, come here again and take another book,” replied Mama Khaira.

“Still Ma,” sahut Arsyilla.

After dinner, the family gathered in the family room and began chatting with chatting a lot of things, so it did not feel the time had shown at 21:00.

“You sleep here, it's too late to go back to the apartment,” said Mama Khaira.

“Syilla follow Kak Aksara only Ma,” reply.

Aksara then tried to weigh a moment before making a decision, finally the man nodded his head, “Iya Ma ... we will stay here,” Aksara said.

“Ya already, sana break. It is time to rest,” said Papa Radit who invited his children to rest.

It's not actually limiting and regulating the hours of sleep her children sleep, but Mama Khaira and Papa Radit believe that children are getting older for space and time for themselves. So Papa Radit and Mama Khaira, give time to their children.

Aksara and Arsyilla then immediately headed to their room on the second floor. Drowsy Arsyilla seemed to yawn several times and rub his watery eyes.

“It is so sleepy, Kak,” complained Arsyilla as soon as entering his room.

“If sleepy, Honey .. tomorrow wake up again,” says Aksara.

Arsyilla nodded, quickly laying down on the bed on her back because she thought she wanted to rest her waist and back, which were only used for sitting.

However, apparently Aksara soon oppressed his wife. The man used his elbow to hold his weight so as not to overburden his wife who was under him.

“Euhm, why Kak?” asked Arsyilla who immediately hugged her husband.

“Your customers,” reply Aksara.

Seen Arsyilla who smiles while rubbing her husband's back, “Padahal ya met, cook still kangen,” he replied.

“Iya, really bad,” Reply Aksara.

“Kak, don't be naughty dong...your hands,” said Arsyilla with her breath that began to pant there.

Aksara grinned and looked at his wife's reddened face. Aksara then stood up and made sure to lock the door first, then Aksara dimmed the headlights in his wife's bedroom. Do not forget to lower the curtains on the window to be completely safe. Aksara then sat in front of his wife, his hands moving slowly stroking his wife's legs from the thighs down to her calves, slowly up, and down again with just the tip of her fingers.

“Geli Kak,” sahut Arsyilla by closing her eyes.

“Sssttss, enjoy it, Honey,” Aksara said as he placed his index finger in front of his wife's lips.

Still sitting, Aksara then opened one by one the pajama buttons worn by Arsyilla, making his wife only wear a wrapping cloth with white lace there.

“Reverse Darling,” Aksara instruction this time.

He asked Arsyilla to lie on her stomach, to turn her back. The real Arsyilla was already sleepy, slowly the sleepiness disappeared. The woman followed the instructions of her husband. Apparently when Arsyilla turned her back on her husband, her husband's warm, supple, slightly wet lips began to kiss his wife's back. Gently stroking it and a warm, wet kiss completely ignited the wife's rome fur.

“This time do not sigh,” whispered Aksara who had opened the shirt he was wearing and put his chest on his wife's back. The man spoke right in the ear of his wife, who increasingly made Arsyilla bristle.

Unable to resist the temptation of a kiss on her back, Arsyilla turned around, gasping for breath and pulling her husband in her arms. Without thinking any longer, Arsyilla put her lips on her husband's lips. Making the two lips meet, the two tongues unite, until the breath that hunts the two kiss and channel the desire for each other.

The hands of Aksara continue to move and now with the skill to play the peach of the wife. Squeezing it slowly, rubbing the tip of his chest, even twisting it using his thumb and index finger. Everything Aksara did was responded with Arsyilla squeezing the husband's hair.

Having gotten to know Arsyilla so well, Aksara slowly brought his head down, the man immediately drowned one of his wife's peaches in the warmth of his oral cavity. Tempting with the tip of his tongue, biting with his teeth, and one hand was busy flirting with the other peach.

“Kak,” a sigh came out of the lips of Arsyilla, when the man was making an abstract painting of love marks in the area of his peaches.

“I make here well ... can't be on the neck right?” tanya Aksara half whispered.

“Do not neck,” says Arsyilla.

Finally the man made some signs of love like a red stamp on the wife's body except for her neck. After that, Aksara close himself up, uniting his inheritance with the heavenly cup of his wife. This time Aksara took a momentary pause and gave time to both.

Until finally, the man moved slowly, pounding deeply, stabbing into the wall of his wife's womb, with both hands holding his wife's waist.

“Ah, Syilla,” racau Aksara this time with a little whisper.

The characters moved more and more, making a movement asductive as going in and out, raining and stabbing, endlessly until their bodies were completely sweaty. The sensation of clay, warm, and wet as if igniting the two to move together.

Up to the limit, Aksara felt that something was twitching down there. The man closed his eyes, and growled as a sign that he was actually exploding at this moment. The man collapsed on his wife's body and hugged her tightly.

With a still hunting breath, Arsyilla grabbed her husband's body by hugging him so tightly.

“Kak, I love you .. ah, but you are so naughty,” I am Arsyilla this time honestly.

Slowly Aksara lifted his body back and sprinkled kisses on his lips many times.

“I love you too, Honey. You're just a fall I've been tempted. What if you are really naughty and seductive I try,” said Aksara.

Aksara then released his unification and took a tissue to clean up the remnants of his romance with his wife.

“Once in a while lakin in your room, Honey .. new atmosphere,” Aksara said suddenly.

“Nakal,” reply Arsyilla while cupping her husband's face.

“Yuk, put on another shirt yuk ... or do you want to sleep innocently like that? I do not mind anyway, even more warm,” said Aksara suddenly.

“Pakein shirt, already lemes, Kak,” sahut Arsyilla with spoiled.

Aksara then put his wife's clothes back on. The man smiled and liked in fact with his wife who was sometimes spoiled with him. The man was painstakingly responsible for his recent ankle attitude towards his wife. Then immediately hugged his wife.