CALL ME MAS!

Punishment For The Wife

Stirring with a spoon slowly, Pras smiled with foresight when remembering the treatment of his wife while massaging her.

"You're so outrageous. Just look what I'm gonna do." Pras said, and put the little spoon into the dishwasher.

Making warm milk for pregnant women, that is what Pras lalukan every wife wants to sleep. But not every day either. Britney had the hardest time drinking pregnant milk, otherwise the husband made it.

"Dear, let's drink." Pras said, while making his wife drink the chocolate-flavored milk, from the hands of her beloved husband.

"Emmm. Already Mas, I'm nauseous." Said Britney, who didn't want to finish the milk.

"Sit's a little more." Pras still told Britney to finish the milk.

With a sour face, Britney finally drank the chocolate milk again, and until it ran out.

"Smart mom." Pras said, as his hands rubbed the wife's hair.

Britney sat back and pulled up the blanket.

"Darling, let's go booby. You have to work tomorrow." Pras said, after putting a glass of milk in the kitchen.

"mmm. I want bobo." Ketus Britney and start lying down.

Pras approached his wife and said, "He'em you should bobok dear."

Pras who was crouched under the bed, his hands gently rubbed his wife's hair, slowly getting closer to his face.

Pras kisses her sensual lips, Britney slowly closes her eyes, and begins to follow her husband's play.

The taste of the chocolate scent still mingled on his wife's tongue, and the taste of the mintz scent from the husband's mouth slowly fused. The sweet play between the two and Pras went over his wife's body, dipped the crown of the wife, and offered a do'a.

Britney still closed her eyes, she understood the purpose of the husband, the memorization of the do'a that had been embedded in her heart, not forgetting she promised.

"Darling, I'll start." Pras whispers to his wife's right ear and it gives Britney goosebumps, Pras's voice teasing her.

Unity of taste will begin with all love and feeling. Seductive sweet speech, gently begin to feel, tasting sweet from the forehead to the neck, a tempting neck basin looks sexy, that's what the husband has in mind.

Hareudang!!

Blanketed in the contest, it feels can not be expressed. Hot kissing with sweet taste, twisting each other and until biting slowly.

"Let's... Mm-sh.." A gentle groan was not spared from the wife who was not strong enough to hold it.

Pras clenched his teeth and looked at his wife with a pleased look, as he had already won the first round warm-up.

"I'm just starting out, you're already like this." Whisper Pras into Britney's left ear.

Britney covered her face with both hands, but a slight smile bit her lips.

Night sprouting seeds, a sweet taste turns opiate and slowly swallows everything in its embrace. An interesting taste, from the sidelines of his nightly contest, the spoiled soft shriek turned into a ferocious groan. But it did not let him off guard, even stronger the thirst, which made him like a lion gripping the great with his brutality.

"Emmm... Mas Naughty." Britney has lost three times.

"Punishment for a wife who disobeys." Pras said and went out of his room.

"Where do I work tomorrow, if you make me this way again." Ketus Britney, look at her neck that has been traced uwu with a unyu picture.

Pras is happy, no matter tomorrow his wife will be angry or unwilling to work. It was clear that tonight he was very satisfied.

"Darling, baby, I'm getting more and more anxious." He said, and began to flutter his body from head to foot.

Pras prefers to take a shower with a dipper, in contrast to the wife who likes to turn on the shower.

Pras was still in the fun, in the bathroom he was singing a song, it was late at night still singing.

The wife was still staring in the mirror, and was very unhappy with her husband's mischievous footsteps.

"Mas, it shouldn't be like this either. Why am I following you. huufft." She muttered and squeezed the side of her evening dress.

Hadeeh!!

His name is also a contest of the night, making love with reason, will still be lulled in the brain of the husband. Moreover, her husband has begun to understand, which sensitive point, which makes his wife not strong to hold him.

Pras finished his bath and sifted his still wet hair. Just wearing a boxer, then looked at the wife who was still sitting in front of the mirror. Unrelenting Britney grumbled and disliked.

"Darling, what painting am I lacking?" Pras asked who was standing in his arms, and brought his head closer to the wife's shoulder.

Britney further turned her lips and looked at him in annoyance. He left and said nothing.

Britney was still grumbling, even in the bathroom as well.

"Why do I always lose to my husband. Huuff!" Sizzle Britney, and start rubbing her skin with a bath sponge.

Pras opened his phone and leaned on the bed. At 11 p.m., Britney walked into the room after changing clothes, Pras put down his phone and started drying his wife's hair.

Gently Pras' hand dried his wife's hair, his right hand held the hair dyer and his left hand parted the still wet hair.

"Why is it still pouting?" Ask Pras.

"End of all Naughty." Answer Britney.

"I'm naughty but you like it." Pras Say.

Britney started to smile a little and looked at Pras from the side of the mirror in front of her.

"Mmmm..." Reply Britney in a soft voice.

"mmm.. Whahuh? Want again? I'll add more." Pras.

Britney pinched her husband's thigh with anxiety.

"Aau... Sick baby." Pras complained, and felt pain in the part that pinched his wife.

"Eat him don't be naughty anymore. I know I'm working tomorrow, and I'm doing it." Britney.

"I didn't make a move. I just give you a sweet punishment." Pras Reply.

Britney kept quiet and did not say anymore, Britney's husband is indeed a fairy tale, will not be able to fight her husband.

"What should I do tomorrow?" Ask Britney.

"As far as you are, baby. I will not forbid you to stay home. You want to resign, I don't mind either." Pras Reply.

"Where may I resign, there Grandpa will be angry with me. But I guess I should be home first. I don't do much work anyway." Britney said with a sweet smile.

"Yes, my boss is off. Keep up all my boss's work, so move on to me. Looks like I'm gonna have to be late, baby. You don't mind me working till night??" Ask Pras who teases.

Britney nodded and turned her back, saying "Mas, do you have a grudge against your boss? If so, tell your boss immediately."

Pras laughed at his wife's serious expression and Pras still held the hair dyer, then turned off the hair dyer.

"Darling, how about I have a special relationship with my boss mom, who often permits impromptu!! Do you mind???!" Pras asked closer to his face.

Britney pulled her husband's face and bit her husband's lip. Pras was in pain, and his wife was more brutal than he was.

"Mas, tomorrow I'll punish you, after I punish the employee who talked about his boss disrespectfully."

"Hhuuufff!"

Britney flicked her hair and went to the kitchen.

Pras shook his head to look at the wife's behavior, and tidied the hair dyer, then put it in the dresser drawer.

"My dear... My darling... It's getting more and more anxious." Pras said anxiously and began to follow his wife.

Hello everyone, sorry if this story is slowly getting crisp. ✌😂

Hope you guys still like the same rancid figure named Prasetya Wardana.

O yes, the author was confused, always wanted to end this story, but because of the support of all readers and also the author's friend, SoMas author is still continuing to this day.

And these two novels by othor friends are enough to inspire othor, to continue writing.

You can visit the novel below.

In the novel by Ranty Yoona there is Mafia Boss Xavier, who had stopped by also in the story of Mas Pras.

Then there is Denis in the novel by Maisy Asty, thanks to this one othor, SoMas othor so excited again and more burning.