Marrying My Neighbor's Prospective Husband

Chapter 13

"Matiin the lights yes dear," said Rangga can not stand it anymore.

"Don't mas," reject Kasih.

"I'm ashamed that the lights are alive."

"I'm even more afraid that you'll change like yesterday." Sahut Kasih makes Rangga scratch his head not itchy.

"The press is not strong. Waking up from earlier."

"What woke up?" Ask Love innocently.

Suddenly this couple became like a confused person.

Rangga touched the bird and squeezed it. This of course makes love feel ashamed.

"The main light is the one in matiin mas. Remang-remang seems shahdu," said Kasih gave an idea.

"Eh, yes, too. You're such a pinter....!!"

Rangga hurriedly turned off the main light after which he returned to the bed. Without cue Rangga directly overtook his wife's body.

"Yes......!!" Love wants to protest.

"Udah, just shut up. Nurut sama mas," whispered Rangga whose hands were busy groaning.

Rangga kissed his wife's lips, but her hands were busy removing the zipper of the dress.

"Darling, sit down first. It's very difficult. Take it self-sufficient, yes...!!"

"Mas is also independent as well yes," Love.

"Do you mean play by yourself?"

"No, I mean it's my own loose-fitting outfit."

Now both of them are equally innocent without wearing a thread. The fur of Kasih Kasih goosebumps as her skin feels the touch of a hard object below.

Rangga began busy making out for his wife, tasting the part that he had not touched yesterday.

Aaaaah, that,.......

Lirih Kasih as Rangga took a soft sip over his chest while squeezing a lump of fat on the skin with a lump of peanut seeds on it.

"Dude,.....!!" Lirih Kasih who drifted in her husband's game.

Thin-thin mustache so tickled on the belly of Love. Her love is wild as if to say fast eat me a mas.

Indeed like without cue, Rangga without telling his wife directly pounded his pestle on his wife's dimple.

Aaaaah, that,.......

For the umpteenth time Love groaned, so big this green banana belonged to her husband.

For a while Kasih and Rangga quietly enjoyed the twitch and sensation. After a while Rangga began to swing his pestle up and down with full softness.

"The wisdom is legitimate. Free to enjoy" said Rangga in his heart.

Trash..cepik.....

Shame when you hear the sound of pestle pounding dimple. A rhythm they had never heard before.

Peck......

"Just.....!!" Lirih Kasih who suddenly sways, clutching her husband's back what else is now Rangga increasingly fast pounding mortar owned by his wife.

Aaaaaaah, that,.........

The joyful groans they then feel. The bodies of both of them stiffly pulsating each other spitting out a warm liquid that will soon become a child.

Squeezing, Rangga's body that began to slow down fell to the side of the wife. Their breathing was irregular, warm sweat drenched the plain body.

"Rest first baby, later." Said Rangga making Kasih surprised.

"Again?" Ask innocently.

"Yes, I'm hooked on flops like you!"

"Me too,....!" sahut Kasih - shy. "I'm going to the bathroom first. Wet, uncomfortable!"

"The sling yuk!!"

"Eeehh........!!" Love cannot resist when Rangga boldly carries Love.

The shrunken lunglai's barren trunk hung up as Rangga walked towards the bathroom.

"Mandi yuk,....!!" Bring Rangga.

"But it was late at night," said Kasih.

"Warm bath!"

"But.....!!"

Rangga did not accept rejection, he entered the bathroom. Shaking their bodies under the shower. The water is warm, making Rangga's banana back upright.

Rangga grabbed his wife's two hands, turned her body against the wall and pushed her from behind.

"Geez, where did my husband get this game idea?" Ask Love in his heart. "My legs are so tired!"

"Honey like this again," said Rangga who directed his wife to bow.

With plain Love according.

"What other power is this....??"

Love can only ask in his heart.

"Udah no mas, I'm tired of standing still."

"Not come out yet, like this!" Said Rangga again who directed his wife to face each other with him.

There is no darkness, for the sake of a pleasure Rangga and Love do not care about bright lights.

"You're mas.....!!!"

Love whimpers as Rangga speeds up his movements. The groans of this man echoed throughout the bathroom room.

Once they are satisfied, they shower together. It feels a little painful but not as clean as last night.

"The responsibility!" Sayar Kasih's.

"Well, what responsibility?" Ask Rangga in wonder.

"My hair is wet. There's no way I'm sleeping with wet hair like this."

"Yes.iya..mas will dry it out."

Rangga began to dry his wife's hair with a hairdryer. When they finished, they went up to the bed to rest.

"Here, his sleep must be embraced the same mas!" Rangga.

The night was getting late, Rangga and Kasih who were exhausted just went to sleep. There are no other romantic scenes or rituals before bed.

The clock hand kept turning and now shows the number three. In his deep sleep, Kasih felt his body was being fumbled to make himself make a sound.

Jamb........

Kasih opened her eyes, it turns out that Rangga was already on top of her body even her pestle had entered into the dimple.

"Why what?" Ask a very sleepy love.

"Mimic grandson,....!!" Replied Rangga who really drank his wife's milk.

Playing on a hill that is now a favorite place. While rocking below, Rangga also swayed above.

"Dude,..geli....!!"

"But good?"

Love did not answer, he was busy playing ****** peanuts owned by her husband to make Rangga more aroused even this man accelerated his movements.

"Yes......!!"

When he saw his wife's facial expression change, Rangga further accelerated his movements.

Plok.....

Bap......

Aaaaaaah..........

Again, this addicted couple both shed their love sweat.

"It turns out playing horses at this hour is very enjoyable," said Rangga.

"But it makes us have to take a shower at this hour." Charity Protest.

"Later dry your hair again. Let's take another shower....!"

Inevitably, they go to the bathroom and shower together. His name is also Rangga, there is no way he will let go of Love just like that. As if making opium, Rangga again pounced on his wife in the bathroom.

Once satisfied, even the hair of Love is dry, Love goes back to sleep again. It is true that people say, love will grow often together.

"My rancid girl. I still remember you falling from the top of a tree. It's hilarious! What if what stories did you know about you in your childhood?, you must be ashamed, right?"

Rangga spoke alone while stroking the head of his wife.

Laughing at himself remembers the memory he had. Only Rangga knows about Kasih but Kasih does not know the least about Rangga.