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IT'S GOOD BUT IT SMELLS

I blinked my eyes with a distinctive buzz of waking up, What time is it? I murmured still with my eyes closed..

" It's still morning, sleep again" said Mas Rey softly, he then kissed my lips, smelled of paper mint from the mouth of Rey, then he also smelled the masculine perfume that Rey used to use, It means that she has woken up and has taken a shower too, my awareness level is only twenty percent suddenly, Ting ... What time is it? I was shocked to see the clock next to me..

" Why not built anyway" Rajuk ku on Mas Rey who is using his own tie, but usually he always asks me to install it, though Mas Rey emang just spoiled . the proof of the tie that he pasang can be as neat as that too.. I smiled to see my husband who I noticed turned out to be very handsome too .. Hahahaha, for the size of Indonesian men Mas Rey belongs to the category of very handsome lohh, with a good looks value of nine out of ten, it does not include good ran jang and good wallet...

" Once upon a time wake up is okay" Again I was made helpless with his Speech that always made me melt...

Oh, you are so sweet..

" I will not be able to help you get ready, breakfast will also not be me who makes, make lunch also so it is not brought" My grumpy who still feels guilty of course, I don't know why I feel unsettled before myself that ensures all of Mas Rey's needs are met properly ..

" Dear, I don't have the heart to wake you up. It looks like you are cape so" said Mas Rey who became softer, more soft,

" Unhappy was not the same gift last night?" Mas Rey asked with a smile, Whether it was a seductive or a sneaky question,

" According to Mas?" ask me back, Just look at my situation that until it droops due to last night activities.yes not satisfied, without asking was already very clear right...

" hehe... Sorry yeah.. Mas promise later tonight his re-creation is more satisfied" This is the reason Mas Rey began to act

" May ...." Knit me with a face pretending to frown, which is true, it's still morning and Mas Rey has set her schedule again to sleep with me...

" Yes.." Mas Rey answered that fused her lips with mine, Early in the morning loved one who can be rejected... Especially as a wife who is always grateful for whatever the husband gives...

"Snake but there's a smell" said Mas Rey wiping the wet end of her lips because of my actions... I immediately glared sharply at Mas Rey, already know just woke up yes must smell is.wrong who tried, who started first is Mas Rey. My position here is only the one who reciprocates his every deed .. Look without sin, Mas Rey laughed

"Yes, you continued bobo. Mas left first well" said Mas Rey who continued to kiss my face and stomach.. Agah ... Smells are also doyan ...

" O papa's son, be well with Mama... Papa left for work first" he added again without stopping giving kisses ...

" Have a rest" Mas Rey's small attention returned before she finally walked out of the room, I was silent to the man who was getting more and more made me fall in love with this...

" Mrs .." Call me the one who stopped his steps in front of the door ...

Rey turned to him by coding what was it? did he forget something.

He smiled as I walked over to him

" Don't forget to go home for a re-enactment of our scene later tonight" I whispered in a sultry voice...

" Love you more Mr. Rayyen Mahesa" I said as I kissed his lips.. Like her I did hit Mas Rey's meseum...

" There work" I quickly removed our lips and pushed Mas Rey's body out of the room, then closed the door

" I... Me.." raspy voice call Mas Rey, he even repeatedly knocked on the door of the room

" Dear" said Mas Rey at last with a long sigh..

I didn't even stop laughing because of my behavior just now that had managed to awaken his magic*ah. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it that way..

" Be careful, Mas came home from you" Wah turns out Mas Rey is still behind this door.which means he heard my laughter ....

" Aasipp Mas..." My answer was shouting. Only then did I hear the sound of Mas Rey's footsteps walking down the stairs..

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