My husband's a Grumpy

19. Honeymoon 1

Day Sister 🤗🤗🤗

Balabang Galak back to accompany your afternoon 😎😎

Make another meal, please do not read this part first 😉😉

Cuz ....

💃💃💃

Soft ….

… And feels springy ….

Both corners of lips Galak. Although both of his eyes were not open, he knew this well. His hands were moving more and more. Up and down rubbing gently, occasionally kneading slowly.

That's the thigh. It's been a long time since I touched her. What is this gift of God, how could I get it in the morning?

“Aaah ...,” a sigh out. With that voice, breath ran until it hit Galak's face. Apparently it came so close.

Eyelids Erratically open. He nodded slowly. She faintly saw a white woman who was probably very beautiful. His smile is getting higher. His hand moved touching the blond hairline. Everything feels real. Makes Galak not want to stop stroking. I wish this wasn't a dream.

Packs! A hand fell hugging Galak's back. So loud that it awakens the Galak consciousness. Now Galak not only sees vaguely. His eyes are wide. Instantly the rumbling felt a thump in his chest.

“WAAA!” Galak Jokes. He rolled his body away from the beautiful woman until he fell to the floor, Buk!

Not trying to wake up. Now he can see clearly who the beautiful woman with smooth and chewy thighs. That woman is Meta. He fell asleep wearing only the clothes of a superior, without subordinates. It looks like the woman began to wake up and gasp casually, while Galak was confused alone.

“I'm crazy-I'm crazy-I'm crazy ...,” murmur Galak. His hand moved to tousle his hair. He regretted his actions just now and was completely insane if his actions were to rise to a higher level.

Meta wriggling. Then sit up. He smiled to see his grown-up Girlfriend look like a child.

“What do you do there?” screamed after he felt better.

“Meta just slept in bed. What's wrong?” ask Meta.

“Gara-gara Meta?” Meta points to himself with his lips reddened. He did not understand the meaning of Galak. “Indeed why the same Meta? Beautiful meta, yes?” Meta blinked one eye.

Now Galak grabbed his hair. “Almost I'm khilaf,” murmured.

“Om Error if you want to khilaf, not papa, really. Legitimate section,” timpal Meta. Although Galak did not voice out loud, he was able to hear it.

“Aish, shit!” misplaced. He was out of words.

Galak's feet turned around to leave. However, just a few steps, he was restrained, he remembered something and felt an awkwardness. He turned again to face Meta.

“Whose shirt is it?” tanya Galak pointed at the big white shirt Meta was wearing.

“Oh, this?” Meta pulled the shirt cloth a little. Then look up to Galak. “Themes Om Galak.” He grimaced as if innocent.

“Dare once you!” grumpy Pekik. He started to take his shirt back. “Lepasin, no!” threaten her.

“So Om Galak want Meta freelin?” ask Meta to act stupid. Then he came back grimacing. “Iya, huh. No papa. Let Meta freelin.”

Ah, crap! Error turned back so that it turned back to Meta. Either Meta is stupid or he is not meticulous ….

“Not done!” galak Sentak.

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