Mr Zen's Bed Partner

Mr Zen's Bed Partner
Chapter 122



In the apartment, Hani is struggling with cooking utensils and vegetables that he wants to cook for his dinner menu with the idol, who else if not Bimo.


Coincidentally also today he has finished coming the moon, Bimo would be happy if he knew he was clean.


"Huhh, don't throb at a time like this. That guy used pellets, huh? Just shadow has been pounding not because of gini." Murmured Hani while palpating his chest that felt thumping waiting for the return of the man.


Today he cooks chicken rica-rica, sauteed mushrooms, and fried tofu tempeh. It's simple, because there's only that left in the fridge, like his Bimo forgot to invite his monthly shopping.


Before long, the apartment door opened. Bimo came home with his tired face, his hair messy with the suit he was tenting.


As the smell of the cuisine poured out to his sense of smell, he was curious and followed the scent that made the stomach rumble, and it turned out to come from the kitchen.


Bimo smiled as he saw his girl stirring the cooking in the frying pan, her agile hand moving making the man anxious.


"Damn, just by watching her cook you wake up, be patient first. Your nest is still flooded." Bimo murmured while wiping his weapon that began to activate.


Without any more words, Bimo approached and hugged Hani from behind quite tightly.


"The aroma of your cooking fills all the rooms of this apartment, Honey." Bimo said in Hani's ear, making the girl blush.


"Home home turned out, how's your job Yang?" Hani asked, she did not feel disturbed in the slightest by the presence of the man behind her body.


"As usual, every day is always a lot and piling up, I'm tired." Answer Bimo.


"There is no labor that is not exhausting, dear, I am also tired of serving you."


"But you're off for a week." Cetus Bimo with his cute facial expression, made Hani smile amusedly at the change in expression of the man.


"Ohh what's behind this? You wake up, baby?" Hani asked as she turned around, sure enough the man's pants looked bulging.


"Sunday she fasts Honey, it's only natural that being close to you keeps her active." Answer Bimo.


"You can break the fast later, now take a shower first. I want to finish my cooking first,"


"Open fast?" Ask Bimo to make sure.


"Yes, the moon's gone, baby."


"really? You're not kidding anymore, are you?"


"Do you see it as proof?" Ask Hani.


"Aahh no, I believe you. Then I take a shower first," Bimo said quickly, he stole one wet kiss on Hani's cheek and ran to his room cheerfully.


"Geez the man, hear the word ration or iftar directly aja lethargynya lost. But I like it, she looks cute when sulking." Murmured Hani, he returned to stir his cooking and it did not take long, all his cooking was ready, he presented all his work on the table.


Bimo also looks fresh with wet hair and casual clothes.


"Ohhh her happy.." His murmuring while smiling from the stairs to the dining table.


"Why? How can I see that, I'm weird?" Hani asked, as she watched the man continue to stare at her with a smile on his lips.


"You're beautiful."


"Newly aware? Where are you going yesterday?"


"Especially if without clothes, uhh imagine it just makes my pants narrow."


"Mesoom continues, so don't eat?"


"So dong Honey, I need extra strength to fight later." Hani rolled her eyes off guard, it was certain Bimo would do her all night.


"What do you eat the same?"


Hani scoops his rice and side dishes, then puts them in front of Bimo. The man ate voraciously, although occasionally he stole a glance towards Hani who was wearing a dress with a fairly low cleavage.


"Why did I keep going?"


"The buyer." Point Bimo towards his chest.


"Yes later, don't mesoom at the dinner table, can you?"


"Well, baby, sorry."


They also returned to eating quietly until all was finished, clean without rest. Hani brought dirty dishes to the sink and wiped the table clean.


"I'll wash the dishes first."


"Say he'll play." Bimo Whine.


"Just eat baby, wait down first. You watch television, don't bother."


"Just so." Bimo answered briefly, then went to the living room, turned on the television and watched with his mind in bed.


Bimo failed to focus when he heard the gurgling of water in the kitchen. Whether conscious or not, the man walked towards the kitchen again, re-hugging Hani from behind, leaning his chin on her shoulder.


"Wait a minute baby, it's a little bit more done."


"You can keep doing the dishes and I'll do my favorite thing from here." Bimo replied, he was too eager to break his fast.


Bimo's hand crept mischievously upwards then stopped at both spongy spheres belonging to his girl, rejuvenating her gently. While his lips are busy peeling Hani's white neck.


"Darling, it's gonna be over soon. Don't start here."


"I can't stand it, Honey." Bimo's whisper made the girl goosebumps.


The man pulled up the dress Hani was wearing, lowered the pants and triangles slightly to the knees, he also lowered his own pants.


"You sure we're playing here? I'm not even ready yet."


"What a fuck I do, I just want to put my gun in the den." Bimo replied indifferently, he was just focusing on doing his activities.


"A little low, dear." Hani said her hands began to tremble as the man managed to enter the core of her body.


"His son, it feels warm." Bimo muttered as he continued to move. Hani washes her hands and leaves her dishwasher in a waterlogged sink, she rests on the side of the table with Bimo constantly moving behind her.


"Darling, yes. It's a pain."


"Then we move into the room." Bimo replied, he plucked hers from the narrow core of her girl, carried the body on her shoulders like a sack of rice and carried her to the room.


Bimo closes the door by kicking him, he lowers Hani on the bed and starts to lock her up.


They also fought hot on the soft bed, right on target Bimo really did it all night, to make Hani tepar and fall asleep before Bimo finished his game.


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