Help Me Divorce

Midday

Like there's a big question mark around Berti's head. Images of a flying black bird were seen back and forth in his head. He also seemed to hear the clock moving in the direction of the next second. I'm who? Where am I? May I? Wonderful, but it's real.

"Make another child?" repeated ensure. It may be wrong to hear because it has not cleaned the earwax.

Cakra. "Yes, I want to make another child." A little upset, as unusual. To make a child alone, Cakra must tell Berti repeatedly.

"Lit middle of the day?" ask Berti.

"Why ask so many questions, anyway? I want to make a kid now. Not hearing enough of what?"

Hearing Cakra's utterance, Berti was not in dreamland. It was indeed the stone man who was currently dealing with him. It is also impossible for a genie resembling Cakra to come at this time because Berti's real husband is a very rare walking statue.

Denied sin, if accepted even make heartache. Berti was still staring at her husband. Cakra came home quickly because he wanted to sleep with her. What is this so-called feeling will get more opium?

"Still sick" Berti said.

"I'll slow down" said Cakra.

"Promise won't be like last night?"

Cakra. "I promise. Come on, we make it now."

Berti was still hesitant, but she kept walking up the stairs to the upper room followed by her husband. Why is he even afraid? It's daytime even though the lights are turned off, the chakras will still be visible. Seeing her own husband plain makes Berti hot.

"I take a shower first" Berti said.

"No need. I want it now. From then on I held myself back" said Cakra who closed the door, then locked it.

Cakra put the briefcase on the sofa. Take off your shoes, open your suit, tie and shirt and walk into the bathroom. Not long he came out wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

It's more thrilling than the first night. Berti sat on the edge of the bed, removing the drees made from chiffon that he wore and underwear. He lay waiting for Cakra to come to do his job.

Cold due to air conditioning, but Cakra has not yet moved from its position of attention to Berti's body. Astonished that Cakra had not yet stepped finally, Berti woke up with two elbows resting on his legs. He looked at Cakra. Look at her husband's proportional body. Down again down, Berti's eyes widened to see there was a bulge sticking out behind the towel used by Cakra.

"Come, honey," seduced Berti.

The chakras cover the bottom. His face turned red, but he kept walking closer. Berti lay down again by stretching out his hands.

The towel came off at last. Uprightly defiant with tensed veins around it. The color is the same as most, although Berti never saw the property of other men, but he knew it from pictures and movies. Overgrown with thick black curly hair, it looks fantastic.

The chakra lowers the body which is greeted with a kiss of the lips. Cakra's lip game is really bad. It's just a kiss of the lips, and Berti's never felt it. However, for Cakra this was his first experience. The only woman who ever touched him was Berti.

The chakras pull away. He wiped the splattered saliva on his lips and then his gaze was directed at the two softness with the end that had been sticking out. Cakra held it, Berti complained. Suppressing him, Berti let out a heavy sound. Then he plays the tip that makes the wife to loosen her head and lift her body.

"Oh, you want to be like this" said Cakra.

Berti did not reply, but he withdrew his chakra to enjoy his already strained possession. Cakra buried his lips there. Sipping it off by occasionally pressing on that side of tenderness. In turn that makes Berti more burning passion.

Down there wet, thrashing for immediate entry, but Berti wants Cakra to do something else. As Berti slowly pushed her husband's shoulders down, Cakra woke up by positioning herself in the middle.

It's not like last night because Cakra rubs his first for slippery. Feels amused, and Berti likes it. The sound came out like singing. The faster the chakra swipes it, the louder the rhythms that come out.

Berti bit his lips, clutching the sheets as Cakra had already entered his body. Slowly, but stifling. Berti wrapped his legs around the waist of the husband, then Cakra kissed his lips again.

The breath of chakra sounded in his ears. So hunting along with slow tempo movement. Cuddled her husband's face. Seeing it attached that Cakra reciprocates with a breath of pleasure.

"Not sick?" ask Cakra.

"Not like last night. It's a little soft, " replied Berti.

Slow motion is not suitable for chakras. Berti hugged her husband when the hip movement felt quick and urgent. Punjaman jerking, the body muscles are getting stiffened up to a long breath that ends the game.

With a breath of breath, Cakra shifted to the side of the bed next to him. He glanced at Berti who was sleeping on his back. His wife still had not covered herself with a blanket, and her smooth back was still plastered in plain sight.

Cakra switched sideways position, extending hand touching nape, sliding it down which made Berti a keenness.

Berti's heart was beating fast. He bit his lips while his eyes felt every tickling motion of Cakra's fingers. What does it mean there will be a second round? Is her husband going to ask again what makes Berti opiate? Berti will always serve him again if Cakra acts as he wishes.

Unfortunately the knock on the door left both of them shocked. Cakra quickly woke up by picking up a towel on the floor and walking to open the door.

"I'm not dressed yet" Berti scolded as Cakra was about to pull the doorknob.

Cakra turned his head, Berti quickly entered in a blanket covering himself to the limit of the neck and then he opened the door. Minah interfered at the wrong time, but Cakta wanted her again.

"What's up?" ask Cakra in a slightly dislike tone over Minah's arrival.

"Sorry Aunt, Sir. Below is the great madam."

"Mama's coming?"

Minah nodded. "Yes, I'm angry."

"Auntie just come down. I took a shower just to see my mom."

"The chakras!" widya Tegur.

Minah who saw Widya's arrival, quickly get out of there. Widya frowned looking at the appearance of her son. He tiptoes to see the conditions in Cakra's chamber, but his son gets in the way.

"Mama go back downstairs. The chakra is down again."

"Why are you blocking Mama?" ask Widya.

"Mama phone hold. Cakra enter first. Mama wait below" he said, then closed the door and locked it.

"Eh, Cakra! Where's your wife?" Widya bobbing head. "Ask the same Minah. Tumben, tuh, the kid's at home while it's office." In fact, Widya was surprised by Cakra who came home quickly.

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