Jum Wo Ai Ni

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"Jum, come here." Mayleen's hand waved at her beloved daughter-in-law.

"What Ma?" Juminten approached and sat down next to Mayleen.

"Mama just bought a new perfume, you try." Mayleen pulled out a bottle of round-shaped perfume.

Mayleen sprayed the fragrance on Juminten's neck and wrists.

"The wind is soft, Ma, Jum likes it" he said, sniffing his wrist.

"If you like it, do it for you." Mayleen placed the flattened round bottle in Juminten's hand.

Juminten shook his head." This must be even Ma, no need," declined Juminten, pushing the bottle back into Mayleen's hands.

"Mama is happy, this is for you. But one message Mama, this perfume only you use if again the same husband you yes, inget pesen this Mama." Mayleen shoved the bottle on Juminten, fortunately only the bottle if people might have been claustrophobic.

"But Ma -"

"Udah, no but. This is for you anyway, but promise not to use this if not the same Dylan!" mayleen said with a stern face.

"All right, Ma." Juminten nodded with a sweet smile, in fact he was very fond of the perfume. It's just that he hesitated to accept, because the price of fragrant oil is definitely not cans.

"Yes, Mama came home first." Mayleen got up from the soft sofa she was sitting on.

"Well, is Mama not a nginep?"

"No, Mama forgot that tomorrow Arisan Mama's schedule. Nurul Mama pinjem yes, make a helping hand for the show Arisan Mama tomorrow."

"Yes Ma" said Juminten quickly.

Juminten went back in, after delivering his in-laws and domestic assistants. The woman with long hair tied back, hummed a little, picked up a glass of milk in the kitchen and drove her to Dylan's room.

Dylan who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with his laptop in his arms, turned his head when he heard the creaking sound of the open door.

"You what?" dylan asked with a gaze that returned straight to the laptop screen.

"You need money" replied Juminten, the woman stepped closer to her husband.

"No cash, to the ATM."

Juminten greased his ass next to Dylan. A fragrant aroma tickled Dylan's nose, as Juminten leaned toward him.

"What's going on?" asked Juminten kepo, he subconsciously pushed himself on the husband, because he wanted to see Dylan's laptop.

The sullen man closed his eyes, enjoying the fragrance that so froze him.

"Dy, what the hell is this? Learn mathematics again." Juminten pulled himself back, he did not call Mas when they were both.

Dylan followed where Juminten was moving. As if not wanting to lose the fragrance that so captivated him.

"Eh, what do you want?" Juminten pushed Dylan's body away.

"Wouldn't do anything, just tired of wanting to give a nyender," replied Dylan, as he was caught almost kissing Juminten's neck.

"Now, drink milk so as not to get tired. Abis is resting, I'm going to go to the room first. Nurul came to Mama's house, so I was free. Don't have to sleep on this sofa anymore" said Juminten with a glowing face.

Dylan received a glass of milk from his wife, and drank it down.

Deg.

There was a strange screen that Juminten felt, something different that made him swallow.

"Y-yes. I'll go first." Juminten immediately got up and walked quickly out of Dylan's room.

Dylan stared at Juminten's back, until the woman disappeared behind the door. That woman is different tonight, there's something Dylan is close to.

"Well, what was that?" Juminten held the chest. His heart was beating rapidly, as if it wanted to jump from its place.

Though all this time Juminten ordinary, even though he was pinched, patted, in anu. There was no strange feeling that Juminten felt, why was this night so different?

Juminten raised his head, the woman's body leaning against the door of Dylan's room he had just closed.

"Conscious Friday!" Juminten patted his own cheeks, as a flash of friendly scenes came to his mind.

Juminten hurried off to the kitchen. Take a bottle of cold water in the refrigerator, to cool off.

"Well, it's starting." Juminten rubbed his lips with the back of his hand.

His favorite Korean drama is about to air, a fictional romantic tale of a mermaid and a handsome man.

Juminten greased his butt in the living room sofa, sitting cross-legged with a bag of cassava chips. The 75-inch flat screen, began airing the drama that Juminten was waiting for.

But something's not right, tonight's hot for Juminten. Many times he swallowed the saliva, the woman felt restless. His breathing felt heavy and hunting, he did not focus on the drama he saw.

Same with Juminten. Dylan's body was burning, the man with narrow eyes had to wander under the cold water. His eyes were red and looked cute, like a drunk.

"It didn't work" Dylan murmured with a gasp of breath.

Dylan turned off the shower, grabbed a towel. Then stepped out, wearing only shorts he went to the kitchen. I wish I could cool my body with cold water.

Dylan's steps came to a halt, upon hearing the still-lit sound of the television. He turned his steps into the middle room.

There was a strange vibration of my two pairs of eyes that I was clashing with each other, like electromagnetic waves pulling on each other. Dylan stepped slowly and surely to Juminten, as well as Juminten the woman got up from her seat, walking slowly towards her husband she did not care about the fate of cassava chips that fell splattered on the floor.

Now both are just a short distance away. Dylan slightly lowered his head, looking at Juminten who looked very seductive wearing a sleeveless house negligee. Juminten was no less hypnotized with the ripped bread anu taste presented in front of him.

Without a word, Dylan's hand gently crept between his wife's neck. Juminten hissed as the soft, cold hand touched his skin.

"Dy-emch."

Dylan landed a kiss, on the chewy hemisphere that had teased him earlier. Dylan's kiss deepened, with the insistence of his ambon banana. Juminten closed his eyes, enjoying their first kiss.

Dylan's hands did not remain silent, he boldly began to roam the hills and valleys. Juminten helplessly refused, even his little hands began to mischievously caress Dylan's torn bread.

"Here you go, huh?" Dylan fused their eyebrows together, after removing his lip paging.

Juminten nodded, his second breath increasingly hunting. Dylan lifted Juminten's body and laid it on the sofa, he returned******* thin lips of the wife. And with one pull release the negligee used Juminten.

"Sa-sick," Juminten stared softly at Dylan who had just broken into his wicket.

"Hold it." Juminten nodded small. Nibble on his lower lip, holding back the painful and delicious sensations they enjoyed.