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The sun rises, the trunk rises

The handsome man rubbed his beautiful eyelids. As he felt there was a wet kiss all over the side of his face. His eyes narrowed, adjusting the light.

The sleeping lights are still on with nature still darkening out there, but the wife looks excited, with a smile expanding at both corners of her lips.

Alva pulled his wife's body closer, then hugged her tightly.

"Darling, let's get up. We'll see the sun rise." Chilla's whinek tried to escape from the husband's embrace.

However, Alva was just unmoved. "Darling... I want to see the sun rise." Whine again, but shake his body.

"What's so good about seeing the sunrise?" Muttering Alva with a raucous voice, not heeding the request of the wife, the man actually hugged Chilla's body tighter, like a bolster.

"I want to do something we don't do at home. So, come on honey, we'll see it, just once." Back whining, accompanied by a small pinch on Alva's chest that opens.

Alva, who was once closed, now opened her eyes wide. "How about we publish another one?" His words complete with a grin.

"Darling... One round after we see it." Understanding the direction of the husband's conversation, Chilla immediately gave an offer. He even blinked flirtatiously as he said it.

The important thing now is, the man wants him to get up and sit on the balcony to see something beautiful.

"No way!" Reject Alva with pursed lips, disagree.

"Two, how?" Chilla was still trying, she pointed her two fingers while smiling seductively.

"Three just wanted to." Shoot Alva, then steal a kiss on the wife's lips.

"Okay, who's afraid." Challenge the girl on the party.

After agreeing, the two got off the bed. However, Alva did not release his wife from his body at all. He carried Chilla up to the balcony with a wet kiss at each step. Making the girl bangs feel so loved, by this man who carries her body.

After arriving, Alva sat Chilla on her lap. Breezy wind blows small, the sound of waves chasing so melodious in the eardrum.

The sky was still darkening, but a speck of light at the eastern end was about to appear. This was the moment the girl had been waiting for.

Chilla felt the cold start to burst into her skin pores. Alva who understood, took the initiative to take a blanket for the wife, instead of agreeing, Chilla just shook her head, then with the same debate, the beautiful girl greeted the lips of the husband first, and then, the lips that always make him opiate.

Seek warmth, from something that is already halal.

The man greeted enthusiastically, replying no less savage. Her big hand slipped inside behind the woman's thin lingerie. The melodious decoctions begin to fill, colliding with the sounds of nature that will start the morning activity.

Chilla's body is getting docked, when Alva stroked and occasionally squeezed the mound down there. While the sip is inexhaustible, hunting each other with a passion that is increasingly peaking up to the crown.

The girl began to feel a warm glow behind her body, along with something rising up down there.

Alva disconnected the pagutan first, looked at the beautiful face in front of her with a shady look, then wiped the remnants of the wet kiss on the lips of the wife with her thumb.

"Look, the sun has risen, just as your trunk has risen." Alva said accompanied by a bawdy smile that adorned the two corners of her lips.

Chilla pretended to thaw, hit Alva's chest and turned around.

His eyes widened in amazement, his mouth did not stop gaping as the sun began to rise to the top of the contest. Something he wanted to see with the person he loved the most, the sun rose early in the morning.

The bias of the light warms, so brightly illuminates the universe.

He pinched his hair first forming a clap, then mischievously blinked flirtatiously and muttered. "Let's start this morning with something fun, dear Alvaku."

Not able to answer, the man's lips have been silenced. His little wife is really smart, without being asked to be able to give what Alva wants.

The girl put her hands on the husband's neck, while her lips did not stop playing, and fought against each other.

Gentle rubs become the only enhancer of passion, not only Chilla who continues to gently stroke the nape of her husband. But also Alva, the man's big hand crept up, from the back to the shoots of the pregnant wife.

Satisfied with Chilla's lips, Alva began to walk down the white neck, moving gently along with a puff that made Chilla nervous.

"Dear." Chilla muttered, shrieking her body.

For a moment, Alva halted their activity, her breathing sounding breathless. Chilla held her hands up high, as her husband helped her open the lingerie.

The plain body with perfect sculpture made Alva repeatedly gulp her saliva. "Ah." Chilla let out a sigh, as the husband attacked the peak of her breasts suddenly. Sip like a thirsty baby, until the heat began to spread throughout his nerves.

"Keep, honey." Pinta Chilla among shahdu-sounding whimpers. Until the moment Alva laid their bodies on the sofa, the man stripped the boxer pants that were the barrier to his trunk.

His beloved heirloom was ready to advance to the battlefield, so upright ready to tear.

With a thin grin, the man united himself with his wife. Wading the ark toward nirvana, Alva began to move her hips.

Chilla did not stop to cremate her husband's shoulder, while the tiny lips did not stop mentioning Alva's name as the moans of favor due to the attack he received.

"Alva, my handsome Alvaku." His god was down there, making the man smile on the sidelines he was pumping his body.

"You're so pretty from up here, too." Reply Alva, the navel feels like it was massaged in a soft wet cage, he closed his eyes several times, so good pleasure crush down there.

Blushed, with a red hue on her cheek, Chilla pulled Alva's head back and put their lips together.

On a sunny morning, wet dew bears witness. Two souls destined to be one, in a pool of passionate love.

Even the cold wind, unable to beat the heat of the romance fire they created.

Toughness and moans, the only beautiful communication, and indisputable.

And the creaking of the sofa that supports their activities, wet, do not know when to dry it.

Although their beginnings were wrong, neither Alva nor Chilla would regret it. Because of each other's feelings, no longer playful.

Until the long groan was heard. The earth really does look bright.

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Sorry well, yesterday Dede couldn't get up. From yesterday I was busy in real life. But strive to keep making up, insyaallah morning yah🙏

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