My Beloved Husband

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"Arsy, let's go to the room!" whispered Saka, but his wife did not budge, busy herself with Rasyah who had been pinching, the puffer baby was more attractive than her husband. "Arsy, hear me not?"

"Go ahead and get there, Arsy still wants to play with Rash!"

Heuh, the wife is insensitive, her husband wants to cook in the room, even rejected.

Saka was grieving, he put both his hands in his pants pocket, took a roll and walked away from Arsy, he became a languishing husband on his first night.

What do you want in the room?

Once again Saka turned to his wife to sit down, again he was not reciprocated and was still busy with the nephew, while he was willing to take Arsy to take a bath together.

The girl did not know what it was like to hold back the love for so long and just wanted her to express tonight, wanted to just be together and hug each other, the moon went and they could not enjoy the moon together later.

"Hello, Brother Bas. Please take Rasyah from your wife, what are you doing?"

Baskara was scattered there, "I, I'm in the room with A-myahku dong, it's just languishing like you!" ledek Baskara, even though he was in the mother's room with Aisyah, was busy discussing the food they would share the next day.

"Come on, I'll play with Arsy, sister!" whining, not ashamed at all with his brother, Baskara was also experienced. "Take your son yes, I want my wife now!"

"Yes, yes, I take Rasyah after another hour!"

"Sister!" Saka put his head under the pillow, let it be, he wants his wife now.

Baskara asked Aisyah to take the puffed baby, inexplicably the groom this time was much more languishing than her, at that time she was directly one room with Aisyah even though she did not touch each other, but Saka had been overwhelmed with desire, while his wife was busy with Rasyah, the sharp-eyed bulging baby.

"Iaaaang, Aunt Arsy must take a bath first, you are the same Mother, Yandamu nyari it in the room, want to sleep with Rasyah!" Aisha carried her son from Arsy's lap. "Tante Acy, Aunt friend of Caka who is good yes, eheheheh. I'm with my Mother first, ' said Yanda kangen!"

Arsy chuckles, she just remembered that she and Saka were married, she should dance in her husband's room tonight, pampering her husband's gaze with the makeup body she had.

Uh, this thought, it's very basic in relationships.

Embarrassed Arsy walked into her husband's room, opened the door knob slowly until it made no sound at all, saw the husband was lying on his stomach and his head was invisible, Saka slashed, just like that, only both feet can Arsy tickle.

"Abaaaaaang, wait for me?"

"Oh!" Saka just pulled his head a little, then went back over again.

"Don't sell that expensive to Arsy, will Arsy tonight want to nari tuh in front of Brother!"

Saka sat down, he lyrics his wife, trying to digest what his wife said, it looks like Arsy is more ferocious than Shafiyah who beat Nakula

From top to bottom, it was interesting, Saka knew his wife was taking good care of herself, her eyes were very spoiled once Arsy smiled at her

Cups,

Arsy smiled again, she folded her lips that Saka had just had a brief kiss, returning a sharp and deep look, but longed for her husband's.

"Abaaaang, less if you kiss it, more if you smell!"

Kan, as Saka thought, his wife is much more vicious than Shafiyah.

Saka asked Arsy to stand in his arms by the big window, Arsy leaned against the chest of his field, both soft hands lining Saka's hand that was coiled around his stomach, letting Saka steal a kiss on the cheek that seems impatient at all.

"I Love you, Arsy." whispered.

Arsy looked up, getting a shy and earnest look from the husband.

"When did you like Arsy?"

"Since long ago, you've noticed you're the strangest in the organization."

Arsy tilted his head, the man's face sank on his neck and shoulders.

"Arsy really don't know if you like, you really keep secrets, you know, Arsy ngekor Abang to anywhere!"

"Dude, don't get bitten!" Arsy pats lightly on Saka's cheeks. "Ahahahaha, sick, Bang. You can make that red one, but don't get bitten, Arsy will be dracula, you want to?"

Saka again dropped his face into the niche of Arsy's neck, menguyel gagging there until the owner chuckled, but instead gave the other side of the neck.

Want again!

Saka could not refuse, he repeated until his wife was satisfied.

"You want the others not?" tawar Saka's.

Arsy nodded, but she held her husband's hands.

"Bang, take a shower first .. let it be delicious, fragrant, this smells all day there is an event, yes...."

"Mandi with ya?"

"Ahahahahahha, yes, Arsy soapin later all have a brother!"

Jeez, Saka is happy if his wife is active like this, not embarrassed when with him, they join hands to the bathroom and help each other take off clothes until they are left alone.

The gurgling of the water and the huge welcome of Saka's hands on Arsy's skin, alternately flattening the soap, but obviously Saka who lingered, made Arsy scream because of the hand palpation that was deliberately softened and soothed it.

"Eugh-" Arsy bites his lower lip, Saka's hand stops right in the fresh fruit, giving a massage that can not be expressed how it feels. "D-baa'ang!"

"Hem, there's a lot of soap here, Syyy!" he deliberately lays down, relaxes your hands.

Arsy turned his body until their chests stuck together, he looked up at the wet handsome face under the water.

He shook his head, not wanting Saka to touch it again under this water, he jumped up to his feet curled around Saka's waist.

"The others come on, Abaaang!"

"What else?"

"Arsy wants to be there, in bed, wants it!"

"That's what?"

"Aaaaah, don't pretend not to know, her sister's up, Arsy wants it!" overheating with Saka's hand that keeps electrocuting her. "Come, Brother!"

Saka smiled obliquely, he sambar big anduk it, at least they are not too innocent. He carried Arsy to the contest without removing the pagutan on the moist and pale lips.

Bruk!

"Go ahead or play first?" tawar Saka, a word he learned from his Yoga uncle.

Arsy said, "Just go ahead, don't keep playing, Arsy's gone crazy!"

"Ahahahahah, you are .. Don't yell!"

"Iy-" Arsy was silent, his lips twitching. "Sickness, pain, pain, Abaaang .. sak-sick," he lamented.

Saka lifted his face, "Abang has been slow, don't yell!"

"Auh, auh, auh, auh ... still bel-yet, Bang?"

"Not yet, less is more!" Saka kept pushing in.

"Next, Bang?"

Heh!