Shaman Main
Regret is useless.

hugging her tighter, enjoying the smell of the great roaring Melati breath. As soon as Iyan was also regulating her breath, not only was lust burning but incredible love was also being felt by Iyan at this time.

The intention to keep, love and make Melati happy is the main goal. Not just because obsessed with the beautiful body of Melati like Arka.

Remembering about Arka, Iyan so think with what they have passed. Maybe that's what Melati is afraid of.

Iyan looked back at his wife's beautiful face. Her eyes were clear and beautiful, her nose pointed and pointed at the tip. Her lips were tiny, red and wet. His face was smooth, with straight and soft hair. Iyan smiled warmly.

'Naturally Arka continued to pursue Melati, plus her slim but dense body contained. Adjacent to make the desire of men soar, of course Arka difficult to forget it.

Melati hugging Iyan hid her face, embarrassed when Iyan was just starting out even though she had lost first.

Iya again kissed Melati, hugged her tightly and started off a little rough again. As if he was on foot, Iyan had memorized because he had already passed.

scroll through each curve and stop when meeting the incline. Increasingly drunken Jasmine.

And this time Iyan, who could not stand it anymore, attacked at the center of Melati's warmth core, ending her virginity status tonight.

Once twice, it was not as easy as Iyan had imagined, making the young man slightly knit his brows. Moreover, when staring at the slightly alert face of Melati.

'Why difficult?' Iyan asked in his heart, but this was not the first for his wife.

Iyan again showered Melati with a kiss, making his wife drift for longer and pressing stronger at the bottom there.

Jasmine's wiggly finger gripped Iyan's shoulder quite hard, only able to hold back without being able to make a sound because Iyan was curling his lips.

Only after entering perfectly did Iyan let go and smiled affectionately.

"Mas." Jasmine hugged Iyan tightly to enjoy the taste created when their bodies are fused, enjoying each other's scent of fragrant body, it does not feel like parting again.

Iyan smiled thinly between his warm games. Jasmine is very pleasant, even more so when it is plain unclad.

Until the next few tens of minutes, Iyan ended his first night of struggle, firing warm shots down there, many and filling Melati's possession, hoping that after a few weeks would grow into Iyan and Melati's juniors.

"Thank you, darling." Iyan again kissed Melati's face, only after descending slowly lying on the side and hugging her tightly.

"I love you Mas." said Melati hugging Iyan.

"Mas also loves you a lot, more than Melati knows." replied Iyan replying to Melati's embrace.

Iyan was still thinking about what had just happened. As he knew if Melati was no longer holy, but how could it take a struggle several times to enter Melati.

'There are two possibilities, the first belonging to the smaller Ark, or belonging to the larger Iyan.' Iyan chuckled amusedly in his heart, the important thing is that Jasmine will not turn away again.

"The thirsty." Iyan looked at the face on his chest, but it turned out to be asleep.

Back the young man stroked Melati's face, grabbed her hair and kissed her forehead.

Imagine how Iyan could only look at him from afar, put his ears sharper when he accidentally met and he was talking to someone else. Then he could only steal a glance until he did not blink, then pretend not to see when Melati looked at him.

"Maybe you've forgotten, but I never forget how you passed me so gracefully. That night I couldn't sleep imagining your face." Iyan chuckled to himself.

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Occasionally daydreaming, once then his hands gripped tightly the trunk of the big tree, until it was like burning the bark of the tree.

"You make sure you're happy to enjoy the rest of me Iyan Rahendra!" he murmured in that dark place.

But instead of laughing, instead he was crying. His heart was being sliced through poignantly, imagining how Iyan enjoyed the beautiful body of Jasmine.

'She must be so beautiful tonight, under the dim lights the damn man was having fun.'

"Aaaarrayggghhh!!!"

Arka shouted that she could not stand it anymore, she wanted to hit Melati's house and destroy it. To be content to vent anger that has not yet subsided. It will not subside before Iyan is helpless, or perhaps dead.

Melati who had fallen asleep was now opening her eyes, wrongly heard the sound of people shouting and her voice was like Arka.

"Mas." called Melati to Iyan, her delicate hands were palpable but did not find Iyan beside her.

Melati grabbed the clothes that had been placed on the bed. Looks like Iyan already gathered it there.

He moved and left the room.

"Mas!" call Melati again, looking left and right, between the kitchen and the living room. Melati opts for the kitchen.

It turned out that Iyan was pouring water in the jasmine drinking water container.

"What's your gas doing?" ask Melati slowly.

"Just take water, afraid you're thirsty if you wake up, even get up first." Iyan closed the plastic bottle and took it.

"I'm afraid Mas's out." said Melati spoiled as Iyan hugged her body into the room.

"What are you doing to get out?" Iyan placed the plastic bottle on the corner wooden table of Melati's room.

"Yesterday was like that too, Melati did not want to repeat" Melati replied unwilling to tell her that she had just heard Arka yell, although not sure it was real or Melati was dreaming.

"No dear, I won't repeat that again. But that must be repeated many times." Iyan teases Melati.

Melati smiled widely, receiving Iyan's hand caress on her face, as well as a warm kiss that was repeated on Melati's red lips.

"Fear of swelling, I'll ask you." Iyan wiped Melati's lips, chuckling.

"Dear like." she replied subtly, returning Iyan's smile.

"Eye must always like, do not remember anyone in the past, there is only me."

"Of course, everything you have made me forget that there are many people in this world. For me there is only Mas Iyan.

Iyan brought Melati's body back into his arms, it turns out that having a wife results in seizing the man's lover makes his heart stubborn. Sometimes proud and happy, but then worried he could not rival Arka.

The heat struggle is back, no matter who is crying, sad and hateful.

"Repentious is not the time for Arka! If only from the beginning you'd be willing to propose first."