LOVED MY STEPFATHER

MUKID IS GETTING MORE DEAR

The sun has begun to peek behind the clouds. Embarrassed his rays pierced through the cloud clumps. The thick blanket began to unfold between two people who drooped over the contest. Two people who are still innocent on a soft mattress in the box room. Both are still wriggling to the rhythm that forms the friction of the soul. Violin games with a rhythm back and forth cause a voice of complaint that cannot be interpreted. Until feeling tired lapsed limp with a satisfied smile between the two.

Mukid begins to give her gentle kiss on the lips of the woman below her. But Mukid again scooped the woman's lips until the long kiss occurred. The struggle finally happened again. Mukid regained control of the body of a woman who was still inexperienced in bed games, until it looked like a scene that formed a loaf of bread stacked in two. In the middle with a melted and splattered cheese topping. Erotic movements are re-created. The rhythm of the friction of the violin also causes a distinctive sound in the ear. It almost gives a goosebump if one hears its screams.

Maimunah closed her eyes, resigned and ridlo became the wife of Mukid. Occasionally, his voice is heard because the Mukid violin that produces sound just escapes from the mouth of Maimunah. It made Mukid more excited about the game. For a man this is a gap in itself can make his partner complain in satisfaction because of his game. For this man is proof and proof that he can provide satisfaction and comfort for his partner. He showed that he was amazing in bed. Proving himself to be a tough guy who is not weak.

Not long after finally the sound of screeching sounded loudly from Mukid's mouth as if the burden and his desire all this time he took out and finished with Maimunah. Maimunah smiled and began to tidy up her clothes. Maimunah began to wear her clothes that are still plain at this time. Mukid glanced at Maimunah who looked very sexy once his wife.

" You want coffee, mas? I'll make it for you" said the dressed Maimunah.

" I'm sure the coffee made by my loving wife will feel very delicious" said Mukid while tucking his wife's forehead.

Maimunah looked at Mukid who returned to sleep on the soft mattress. His smile was thrown so sincerely towards Maimunah. Maimunah began to come out of the door and rushed to make coffee for her husband. But Mukid ignorantly called Maimunah.

"Darling!" call Mukid with a smile.

" Yes, mas!" sahut Maimunah after turning his body.

" Don't make me coffee for long, just go back to the room!" mukid said with a smile.

" I want more!" mukid replied while playing her eyes.

Maimunah stuck out her tongue trying to sneak Mukid. Mukid smiled grinning. For a while Maimunah only realized that her husband was very handsome with clean skin.

" You have made me addicted" said Mukid.

Maimunah just gave her a smile. To him the word Mukid is a form of seduction and a mode of getting something desired. Maimunah was used to the man's lewd language, and the man was already her husband.

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Have you been a prisoner of my love? Handcuffed by a taste that is difficult to get rid of. Imprisoned by thick high walls.

Strength does not only come from punches, kicks, slaps or anything else. The greatest strength comes from a great heart. Even a gentle wind can destroy the universe. Like the solid foundation of the highest mountain, it can be destroyed by the terrible shock of the earth's grandmother who wriggled. That is how love. If that love has controlled his heart, subconsciously he thinks he is incapable of common sense. The world is like a hot worm, if the longing tickles the soul. A day of not meeting feels thirsty all the time. A thirst that is insatiable because of his love that has not been seen.

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Inside her room, Sinta was still in her uneasiness on that mattress. His eyes glared at the ceiling of the room. Occasionally turn on the television on display on the wall of the room. So far he still can not forget the figure of Mukid. His feelings are still very clear. His heart was still unchanged, adrift and imprinted on a pure white face that held tenderness and affection. Even so there is a deep hatred for the figure of the man that resulted in her being an evil woman who has killed her own baby, even the baby has not been born in this world.