My husband Sad Boy

Long Night

"Who's the birthday?" Sofyan asked again.

"Yes kang Sofyan, who else? bagja Time?" puja asked while chuckling at the confusion on Sofyan's face.

"Can't you?" sofyan asked like a fool.

"iihh akang mah, not funny ah, time forget the same date of birth itself" said Puja.

"What is the real forget, dear, what is the date?" ask Sofyan.

"Three March kang" replied Puja.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Why don't you think?" sofyan.

"That's not too much the frequency of dating fish, until the day of birth just don't remember!" seloroh Puja's.

"Yes sorry, I was too surprised dear. Lagian during this kang Sofyan never celebrate birthdays so it's only natural to forget mah." replied Sofyan.

"Yes now blow the candle first, Puja dah pegel nih megangin cake from earlier." said Puja.

"Here I'll blow out the candles. Uh.huh..."

"Eeeh, wait a minute. Berdo'a used to be with God." said Puja stopped Sofyan who was about to blow the candle.

Sofyan raised both his hands and offered a do'a while closing his eyes. When he finished, he opened his eyes again and blew out the candle.

Haauupp

Sofyan laughed amusedly, his behavior is now like a child, but on the other hand he is also very grateful for having a wife who is very understanding and caring like Puja. Puja really brings its own color into his life.

Cup

Puja kissed Sofyan's cheek.

"Happy birthday dear, healthy, long life" said Puja.

Cup

Sofyan kissed Puja's forehead.

"Please dear, you are indeed a dream wife, I am becoming more and more in love" said Sofyan softly.

"Your mom doesn't thank you?" seloroh the mother who does not want to lose. Sofyan smiled and hugged his mother.

"Thank you for giving birth to and raising Sofyan so lovingly" Sofyan said.

"Yes together Sofyan, I hope you are always happy with Puja and your children" said the mother.

"Thank you for the do'a." said Sofyan.

"Yes, we eat first. Mother, Puja, just as bi Yamah cooks a lot today" said the mother as she took Sofyan to the dinner table and how surprised Sofyan the dining table was full of food and various cuisines.

"Oh Allah mak, Sofyan even so ngerepotin mother" said Sofyan was not happy.

"It's not my mother, but Puja is the most troublesome." replied the mother.

"I'm not tired" Sofyan told Puja.

"It's nothing dear this is a special day kang Sofyan." replied Puja.

"Yes, let's eat cold food all the food." take the mother who has been hungry since.

And finally they all ate with laughter, Sofyan who suddenly spoiled asking to be fed by Puja made mother and bi Yamah shake their heads.

Puja himself was getting ready in his room, he preened and polished himself in front of the mirror. For the shirt she wears a bright red sexy challenging lingerie that is very transparent without wearing the interior.

A few moments later...

Tok tok!

"Honey, kang Sofyan has finished his prayer, this is why Bagja sleep in the guest room with bi Yamah, continue to sleep where?" ask Sofyan.

Clamps!

Glegs!

For the sake of the fish ex-boyfriend Sofyan, tonight Puja is really beautiful and very tempting. Sofyan gawked and painstakingly gulped his saliva.

"Kok bengong anyway.let's go in." invite Puja with his mischievous behavior.

Brak!

Door's closed. Puja turned off the lights of his room changed with a sleeping lamp with dim and dim lighting, making the atmosphere in the room feel more romantic.

"This..are you ready, baby?" sofyan asked in amazement at his simple yet impressive decorated room.

"Yes. Tonight Puja wants to give the maximum waiter for the Sofyan kang." whispered Puja in a sensual tone.

"Darling..." Sofyan closed his eyes as Puja's flickering fingers cheekyly played around in his chest area. One by one Puja unbuttoned his shirt, after the shirt buttons were all open, now his one hand went down and into Sofyan's pants.

"Akang... eggplant grill already mateng." whispered Puja.

"You..." Uh! Sofyan couldn't stand his wife's mischievous behavior. With one move he lifted Puja body ala bridal style and threw it on a soft mattress surrounded by balloons.

Sofyan took off his clothes and also his pants, throwing him around. He rubbed his grilled eggplant for a while and then put it in the oven to produce a vla lumer containing the seeds of life.

"Wowwww!! peneeen....!" said Puja spoiled.

"This is honey, this is yours. Enjoy as much." said Sofyan with a hoarse voice resisting the increasingly burning turmoil. Puja quickly devoured the roasted eggplant and turned it into a lollipop like candy making Sofyan more foggy and bristling. It turns out that Puja's tongue is no less naughty than the owner. After being content to play around with Sofyan's roasted eggplant, Puja encourages Sofyan's body to sleep on her back. Now he's thrusting a fluffy oven into Sofyan's lips. Without a stale Sofyan preheats the oven with sparks gai*rah from his tongue so that the eggplant will mature perfectly.

"The. engh..!!" Puja raved irregularly. He reached the first peak. Sofyan smiled with satisfaction to see Puja's face and body bathed in sweat with breathless breathing. In the eyes of Sofyan Puja is increasingly sex*xy.

"Now, baby?" whisik Sofyan who has now swapped positions became above Puja's body and is in complete control.

Jem!

With a single push of roasted eggplant it entered perfectly making Puja again gaping.

"Why do you get bigger anyway!!?" ask Puja with a hunting breath.

"Our narrower you sayanghh...!" sofyan replied as he stomped his body in a slow but definite rhythm.

"Kang.." racau Puja.

"Dear, tonight will be a long night, baby, I won't stop even if you beg. We will do it until morning." said Sofyan with breath up and down.

The sound of moans and rumbling echoed filled the room, the room adjacent to the mother's room and also the guest room occupied by bi Yamah and Bagja. The mother of the head bobbles, Sofyan and Puja are really shameless, while there are guests can-can be eggplant roast. If this is the case, bi Yamah can work in this house, it is also difficult to find a babysitter Bagja. You know, you better shut up and not tell Puja about Sofyan's birthday. But steamed eggplant has become roasted eggplant, yes it's just dikamti! consider it sleep-catering music. While in the other room bi Yamah is biting a finger, duh! why is this house so scary! he's a miss, husband!

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