BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 28: LOVE MAKES LOVE

Mutia could not retreat. Dirga's hands were too strong pulling his nape. Similar to his heartbeats compromising with his brain and heart, refers to an agreement. Yes, the organs and all the senses in his body really want Dirga touch that feels deeper and longer. Intoxicating. Causes a sound decakan, tucked lizard. Because both are equally good at fighting in the arena without the ring. Shuur.

Mutia tried to stretch. When his trunk caught the sound of footsteps approaching to where they were.

"Thank you dear. I'll get well soon after I get the real cure." Dirga touched Mutia's lips that were still wet with her index finger. Mutia looked embarrassed. Shame to feel ashamed. And made it seem as if it was soaring into the seventh sky. Don't ask me what the kiss was different from Pras. Not about the stuffing. But her passion that she never got from her husband who has been with her for 17 years.

"Get home mandatory VC yes sayank." I don't know where the tant calls went. Since her lips had already twice crossed into Mutia's lips, it seemed. He lost his temper to someone older than him. Pun Mutia, even looks younger than that brondong. Just obey with everything the ketceh asks. Udah bucin kali, after menggerasain c1pokan si tengil.

Mutia was restless that night, left back, right back.

[Aunty is home.] Chat Mutia after entering the house when the timer almost shows the number 10 nights.

[VC yes. Kangen ] haiiis. Times have fallen due to too often jumping due to the behavior of the brondng ketceh.

[There is a Pras at home.] It was just the contents of Mutia's chat before turning off her phone. He doesn't want to take any chances. Feeling Pras is more important to face at home, than vicall from Brondy.

“One night to go home. Not tired?” Pras suddenly interrupts when Mutia just came out of the bathroom in their room. Clean his body also using his night duty clothes.

“Huum .. sorry. Over time chat with Cia, Mas.” Fortunately there was Cia who he could make an excuse to come home late.

“Sorry too. Because it gave you a job. It turns out to make your time drained outside, and children begin to rarely get your attention again.” Pras Say. Just apologizing. God, it wasn't the husband who gave her a job. But that was precisely used by Mutia to steal the opportunity.

Mutia felt unhinged, also feeling guilty. Pulling Pras' head, just like Dirga did to him. Pasting her lips, through Pras' mouth, to find the taste buds in her husband's oral cavity. Close your eyes, looking for a faint glow. Focusing his mind on what he does. Do not forget to present a shadow Dirga in his mind. Suppose that his opponent is now Brondong. Even though the smell of his breath was different. Pras is a tobacco suction expert, while Dirga is the most diligent in sucking candy to smell bad breath. Sure feels cleaner, fresher, fragrant and adorable.

Pras is her husband. Not only Pras' lips were attacked by Mutia, now his hands are also cunning guerrilla in the body part of her husband. Pras feels like in the clouds. This is not the first for him. Sometimes during the PMS. Mutia is often. Because Mutia is a normal woman, who even though she said ‘ do not love’ on Pras. But between love and n4fsu it is two different words of meaning. The aggressiveness of Mutia in bed does not necessarily make Pras surprised. Instead happy, he felt as a husband who is still in great need and missed by his own wife.

Without seduction, praise even more demand on the wife, Pras has earned his right as a husband. That was why, he felt no need to tire of struggling to maintain a sense of belonging to Mutia. After all, in her eyes Mutia was always passionate in terms of pampering her and in bed.

Honey, Mutia's touch that night wasn't because it would be PMS that made her l1bid go up. But because he is being embarrassed. Transferring the taste she wanted to do with Dirga, when it was her husband Pras. Fix, Mutia has committed adultery.

“Thank you, you've always been amazing.” Hah .. a dozen years Mutia served her husband on the bed. This was probably the tenth sentence he could hear from a Pras. Usually, after the. Only Mutia's forehead was kissed for a while then Pras flipped his body. Snoring until morning comes. Then get up and move like last night nothing happened. That's frezer's husband.

“Always awesome …? Means often?” tanya Mutia wants to be wooed longer and wider.

“Heem.” Deheman gaees. And after that, he stayed in the restroom. Then sleep well.

Mutia crept out of the room. Sitting in his favorite area. Turn on the phone with a headset. He missed Dirga. Huh Gilak's.

Mutia's eyes sparkled as she looked at the green column that was written online.

“Why hasn't Sayank slept?” The VC connection is underway immediately. With lips widened left and right, a smile as sweet as possible. Wrapping up all day tiredness. Tired of hiding the feeling of the nano nano. Starting from his panic when he knew Dirgan was sick, his turmoil about who Aline was, to the pleasure of the old and deep kiss with his brondong earlier. I am tired of serving my husband too. Not because of her might, but when serving her husband she must also brush aside the shadow of Dirga. Failed to get rid of. Pras was on top of his body, but not in his heart. Half Mutia was already filled by Dirga's shadow. Heeem's.

“Not yet VC same brondong..” Reply Mutia half whispered on loudspeaker in HSnya.

“So sweet.” Dirga answered with his lips on the lover. Then both dissolve in unfaithful broolan. Just extending the time to remove each other's longing. Hallow just two hours lhooo ga meet each other, why have missed again anyway.

“Tante my dear ..”

“Heem.”

“A week away, we will rarely meet lhoo.” Spoiled info.

“Why?”

“Udah go KKN.” The answer.

“Ya. Just enjoy every process.” Reply Mutia wisely.

“Let's tengokin yaa... dear.”Spoiled whine.

“Don't be weird.” Mutia replied that she had no other answer.

“Acts weird. Just wanted to kayak just now. Much longer.” Haduuuh …. Mutia's cheeks were flushing her own youth. He swore shame if he remembered how the intense convolutions of the two of them in the doorway of the Dirga boarding house earlier. Love is blind, and it does not use logic. They didn't even think of doing it in a more normal place. Kissing in a standing position is indeed delicious and seems more romantic. But not at the door. What if someone else sees an inappropriate scene to be seen by all. Hah .. love makes a whim.

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