Love Johanna
Section 72
...LOVE JOHANNA...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 72...
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“Assalaamu’alaikum ..” said Ravi as soon as he arrived home ahead of Isya time. He slowly closed the front door and looked around at the quiet room. Car's parked in the garage, which means Sarah's gone home first.
With his heart pounding, the man stepped foot into the living room. Nor did he find his wife there. Ravi's mind was instantly fixed on the tightly shut master bedroom. Then slowly he turned the knob, but it was locked.
“Assalaamu’alaikum ..” said Ravi again gave his greetings. There was no reply or reply from the room. “Sar, are you home?”
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Waiting for so long still does not show any signs of life in the room there. ‘What's Sarah sleeping for, huh? The hell time, these hours of sleep?’ Engulf that man. Then give up and choose to sit around on the sofa of the living room. Turn on the television while removing fatigue.
While engrossed in watching the TV broadcast, suddenly heard the creaking of the door of the room opened. Then came the figure of Sarah with a flat look. Wearing a cloth suit covering the entire body. She immediately rushed to the dining room without turning her head in the direction of her husband who was sitting there leisurely.
Ravi hesitated to say hello. Especially with the condition of those who are in trouble since this morning.
“You want to eat, I am ready at the table,” Sarah said as soon as she was back to the room. “Maybe it doesn't taste as good as the food out there.”
“Sar!” call Ravi hurriedly get up from his seat and approach his wife. “Wait a minute!”
Sarah stopped her steps, right in front of the bedroom door. “You what? Talk what?” the question is flat without deigning to flip the body face to face.
For a moment Ravi fell silent while scratching his head. He was confused about where to start the conversation. Then go straight to the topic in question. “Regarding your WA message earlier ...” said the man was worried. “-You mean what the hell, Sar? I want to call you but not connect. You blocked my number again, ‘kan?”
“Why? You mind? Want to kill me again?” lick Sarah was still standing staring at the door of the room. “Already, Rav. Have you been unhappy with our dispute since this morning? I'm tired, I want to rest. Renangin brain for a while without having to clash your mouth continues with you.”
“You didn't answer my question just now,” said Ravi. “Even the same message you sent a few days ago. What does that mean? You spying on me?”
Sarah was silent. But from the breath, Ravi realized that his wife might be trying to stay calm and patient.
“Sar? You haven't answered my question,” Ravi said.
“I told you, I want to think first, Rav. You're not denger?” reply Sarah flinching. “Better, you eat there. Before the cold. I've been tired of that stuff since I came home.”
The man was stunned. ‘What? Sarah's cooking? The tumben? Ls i? Masa, anyway?’ His mind was filled with strange questions.
After speaking, Sarah continued to enter the room and was spontaneously followed by her husband.
“Sar! Sarah! I haven't done it yet!” ravi followed his wife's steps into the room. “You didn't answer any of my questions. Why, anyway?” He blocked Sarah's arm, but was immediately removed. “Sarah ... horrified me, dong! I want to talk to you!”
“Please, ah! What the fuck, anyway?” said Sarah tried to take off her husband's handcuff check. “I want to myself first.”
“No, Sar! We have to talk about it right now!” Ravi forced. “I don't want all our problems to be allowed so alone without any confirmation at all.”
“I said no too, Rav!” sarah's jolt began to get angry while trying to release the check with all her might, but even helped slammed her husband to fall into bed. Spontaneous Ravi unknowingly pulled his wife's arm.
BRUK!
The two fell over each other on the bed.
Sarah's eyes looked at him sharply. Watching the man's eyeballs without even blinking.
“Am I less attractive to you, Rav?” ask the woman to press. “I've tried to accept you with all the shortcomings you have.”
“What do you mean, Sar? W-What do you want, anyway?” Ravi's voice stammered. Between holding tightness and a puff of breath Sarah who hit her face.
Sarah did not answer. But her hands crept the buttons of her husband's shirt. Open one by one slowly.
“K-you want me, Sar?” ravi asked back, confused and feeling strange with his wife's attitude. They were in a cold war before. But in an instant, the woman was able to change with gestures that were so recognizable once only by her husband. “T-but I haven't taken a shower, Sar. A-i ...”
“Shut!” sarah jolted with a voice almost whispering, but full of pressure. “Originally you know, I really like my husband's body odor. I always wanted the smell of your sweat, Ravi!”
“Sar ..” The more I don't understand that guy.
How quaint. There is a woman who sucks, but in the affairs of the demands of inner birth, she never wants to dispute the existing conditions. In general, almost everyone wants a fresh and clean body when they want to make out. Not so with Sarah. This figure was even fiercer to treat her husband at that time.
After the buttons of Ravi's shirt were removed, Sarah removed the winding of her own cloth while sitting directly above the man's pelvis.
“Don't now, Sarah! I haven't had a shower!” said Ravi gasping for breath. “Abviously, I need to be in clean condition first before fulfilling your rights, Sar!”
“Shut up too, Rav!” sarah's jolt was accompanied by a groan similar to a wild animal that was about to pounce on its prey. “I want it now! I've been waiting for you since, you just came home now!”
It turns out that from behind the cloth, Sarah did not wear a breastplate. So once everything was released, clearly plastered parts of the aura in front of the eyes.
The woman crumpled, crawling her husband's body quickly.
“Now!” ravi exclaimed as she pushed Sarah's body to the side. “I can't handle it in this situation. As usual ... You also have to brush your teeth first dong, Sar.” The man snorted after smelling the scent of his wife's breath that had hit his face.
Sarah glared furiously from the side. It's fierce, “You think, you smell good too, huh? All this time I've never bothered about your own bad breath!” She pulled her husband's shoulder back to join her.
“Now!” ravi rebelled. He refused and broke free from Sarah's hand. Then quickly rose from the top of the bed with a slight scratch scar of his wife's fingernails on the shoulder. “You are crazy, Sarah!” jolt the man, then rushed out of the bedroom.
“Ravi!” call Sarah who is still panting to hold back the surge of desire. But her husband did not want to listen. He still rushed to the bathroom to clean his body, while occasionally grimacing due to scratches accidentally done by Sarah earlier.
Sarah immediately pursued, following Ravi's steps to force also entered the bathroom.
“What do you want, Saaarrr? I'm going to take a shower!” ravi was amazed. “You wait in the room just why, anyway?”
The woman kept forcing her way in. Then release the rest of the mucous wrap at the bottom and approach her husband slowly. He helped open Ravi's shirt to the last part.
“I want you right now, Rav,” hisses after the two no longer wear a thread.
“Don't be here, Sar,” said Ravi trying to remind. “Kalo you want to shower together, come .. I'm temenin. But more than that, I don't want.”
“Why? You've lost your maleness, hhmmm?” sarah asked as she rubbed her husband's chest.
“That's not the case, Sar. It's the bathroom. Dirty place. It's not good to have sex in a place like this!” reveal the man back. But he was coldly greeted by his wife while saying, “I don't care. I want it now ...”
“Sarah?” Ravi's words were not published. Sarah even more violent and attacked the main points of the man carefully. Until finally, the two of them were hit by orgasm together.
...SERIATE...
