The Trait of Love The Player
Facing It Together
Yasmine moans softly, as Elvier for the umpteenth time takes her to the heaven of the world. It had been almost two hours since they had been playing with sweat, and now Yasmine had started to give up.
One month long drought - finally the Musafir can find his Oase. It feels like it can no longer be expressed by any word.
Warm and fiery breath hit the faces of the two, as Elvier pressed his forehead together, with something still embedded in its proper place.
"Again, hm?"
Yasmine shook her head slowly, if she agreed with her husband's words - she did not guarantee that tomorrow morning the way she walked would be no different, even Yasmine was sure she would not be able to walk.
"Udah, tired," he complained.
Elvier chuckled softly, and with anxiety he again landed a deep kiss on the thin lips that had swelled up because of his actions. Even Elvier*the information is light, making Yasmine back blingsatan.
"Wake El! I have to go there again, who's got some real clothes!"
Yasmine tries to escape from the clutches of the Lion of the desert, but because her strength has been due to unbalanced fighting in vain her rebellion. The movement of Yasmine's body, actually makes the Arab Radish more deeply embedded.
"Never dare to go anywhere!" elvier said slowly, but full of warnings.
The tattooed man was in the upper arm and had now crept into that area of his shoulder, rolling himself over to the empty side.
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One kiss in Elvier was pinned back on the Princess' forehead, before her body rolled perfectly.
"Clean yourself, honey, then get back on this bed. I want to hold you until tomorrow morning,"
Elvier muttered softly, yet sounded unwilling to be refuted. Yasmine is also seen beginning to be intimidated by the Prince's other auras. With gontai Yasmine down from the contest - her naked full body she left open, defiantly full-on as if deliberately tempting the Musafir for the umpteenth time.
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"Yes, I'm being helped by Brother Radja, but I ask them not to say anything about Radja."
Elvier nodded his head, the man who was on Yasmine's backrest sighed softly. He is very grateful in this country there are still good people, who want to help his wife and return to her.
"Is there someone you suspect, Mine?"
Yasmine looked up, the movement of her naughty fingers on Elvier's chest stopped. The woman scrunched her forehead as if she was suspecting something.
"There's a lot I suspect, your stepmother, Princess Zorrok, the Jalaludin, what else is your ex-fiancee. But, I cannot accuse without proof - the fall of slander. Said Brother Alkan, it's a sin of his name." Yasmine said.
"I can't open my veil in front of them, El."
Now it was Elvier's turn to frown, his two hands that coiled around Yasmine's half-naked body increasingly tightened. Even a light kiss with a tube Elvier gave at the top of his wife's head.
"So, you're gonna let someone else think badly of your husband?"
Yasmine giggled amusedly at the heavy sound of Elvier's deepvoice, she had also thought of getting there since at the ballroom a few hours ago. Everyone who was there must have thought that Elvier betrayed his late wife.
Including Lavera and other stealthy snake lizards. Yasmine could see the expressions of those who were staring in disbelief, as Elvier was walking down her naked neck earlier.
"Let's just say, I want them to think that I'm the Second Prince's future concubine" he continued.
"I will open the veil, when the mastermind has shown himself." he continued.
Both of Yasmine's eyes flashed, she was determined to maintain her veil while outside the room, despite being with Elvier. While he was in the room, let alone the veil of the entire cloth attached to his body - Yasmine was willing to release it for her Elvier.
"Alright Princess, I'll do whatever you want. Now go to sleep, for tomorrow morning we must face many burdens of life."
Yasmine smiled faintly at her husband's words, without refuting the woman who only wore the dala*man shut her eyes tightly.
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