My husband is not gay!

My husband is not gay!
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"ah,, slowly, yank" Maria groaned as Sakti squeezed her sensitive area a little rough.


"Sorry, I'm not strong!" Sakti kissed Maria's neck greedily and began to lower the zipper of her girl's dress and then opened each layer quickly, then began to strip her. After they were both innocent, Sakti went back to warming up, groping, *****, squeezing made Mary's body gurgle and sigh many times.


"I miss you, ay!" The Milky Way in her lover's ear before her unification.


For more than three months they have not met, Mariana Felipe is an international model, she has started her career in Paris as a professional model since she graduated from her modeling school, until now she is still a model of some famous brands, so she is more often in Paris than in her own country. Her mother is Indonesian and her father is German. His tall body made it into his present world easily.


*****


"Are we better now?!" Tanya Sakti hugged her lover.


"Depends!"


"Depends how?"


"If you're still playing with your girls, I don't want to!"


"Oh, I told you! I've never played with a girl again, only you! swear it!" Sakti used her two index and middle fingers to convince her lover.


"Possessing player like you can still be trusted?"


"Let's get married, I'll prove it to you, I can be faithful!"


"Still dating aja covered pain for forgiveness, especially if later we marry,"


Sakti sighed, it had been almost two years since he kept asking his lover to get married but never took him seriously. Wrong, at first he was just playing with Maria because of that he also still continues to play with other women behind his lover, he said, until Maria finds out she is mixing love with the woman she loves and breaks off their relationship, then she realizes that Mary has a special place in her heart, since then Sakti swore there will only be Mary.


"I have to tell you how many times I've been with you, since then I've never played girls again, I love you, ay! I want to spend my time with you, get married, have kids, let's age together?!" Sakti looks at her lover's eyes seriously, for dating maybe she always plays around but for marriage she wants only once in her lifetime.


Maria looked back at the eyes of the man who had been her lover for the past three years looking for a little doubt in them, unfortunately it seems like this time the lover was really serious.


"Alright, you can meet my parents,"


Sakti widened her eyes in disbelief.


"You're serious, ay?"


"Didn't you say you wanted to marry me?" Spontan Sakti hugged her lover tightly, repeatedly kissing her lips.


"I love you, ay" Sakti hugged her lover's body tightly with a smile that was still expanding. 'I don't think it will be that easy, yank, ' the inner Mary who is still in the arms of Sakti.


*****


Andre holds Ana's hand entering the lobby of Changi Airport. Although his facial expression looked flat, but in his heart still flowered. He has managed to have his wife completely, for the affairs of the child can be discussed again later which is important their relationship has improved. While Andre felt unparalleled happiness, unlike Ana he was still pouting since coming out of the apartment. Their travel plans completely fail, initially Ana wants to buy souvenirs for her family, also want to take pictures in many places to show off at Stela, her best friend.


"You won't go to Singapore once, tomorrow you can go, I'll go" said his beloved husband, who has managed to do it all out. But even so, at least he still had time to see the light and also ride the MRT station is similar in Korean dramas.


Jakarta


"Jakarta rained as well," Ana looked out through the window glass, the rain that was originally just a speck now began to rush faster.


"Jakarta and Singapore are the same weather, of course,"


"i know!" answer Ana ketus.


Andre smiled getting such treatment from his wife. Since the completion of their activities in the apartment, his wife continued to protest.


"is she still angry?!" Andre leaned his body closer to Ana, Ana did not flinch this time she would not be easy to seduce that Ana's determination.


"astaga! my wife is so sweet to be angry!" Ana still unmoved, Andre brought her closer, then began to hug the body of his wife who still did not want to face him.


"what the hell, let alone!" Ana moves several times to release her husband's embrace.


"well me!"


"no!"


"sure?"


"ah!" spontaneously Ana covered her mouth with her hand when suddenly one****** came out of her mouth, all because her husband's hand began to not want to shut up, moving her from behind her T-shirt.


"A, uh! there's a priest mang, ashamed to know!" the real whisper of Ana is still heard by the Imam, and the Imam's mang is just mesem-mesem himself while holding the steering wheel is also still concentrating on staring at the streets.


"let's just say, he's more experienced than we are!"


"ih! don't know the shame!"


"where is the timid husband in front of his wife,"


"what the hell, don't connect! diem oruh ih!"


"wouldn't I?!"


"yes-yes I looked there," Ana answered quickly rather than being embarrassed in front of the Imam because of her husband's behavior. Ana turned to face her husband, she narrowed her eyes as she stared at the wide smile adorning her husband's face.


"i know, I'm good-looking, baby, you can see my face as long as you want when you get home,"


Weuek, weuk,


Ana acted like someone who would vomit when she heard her husband say.


When the Imam was still messing around in his place, a sight he had just met, he did not expect that his ever serious master would act affectionately to his wife.


"stop!" Mang Imam was shocked when he heard his young mistress scream, spontaneously he immediately stepped on the brake, fortunately the streets were not too crowded nor jammed.


"why mistress?" asked Mang Imam looking at his young mistress from the rearview mirror.


"What's wrong?" Andre looked at his wife who was like following something on the street.


"it's Tia's tea!" after acting like throwing up, her eyes suddenly caught a stranger walking on the side of the road, like heeding the rain.


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