My wife Little Child

Chapter 39

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That afternoon, Dira had just finished her bath. He came out of the bathroom with a towel still wrapped around his body. Then she walked up to the dresser and grabbed the hair dryer, and began to dry her hair.

Fahri suddenly opened the room door and stepped towards his desk. He threw himself slowly on his chair. And start turning on the laptop.

"Mas.." muttered Dira still doing his activities.

"Hmmm...?" fahri replied without looking.

"Today, we're starting to get in... But we haven't been to Mama Papa's house yet... Make a gift from Paris to Mas Adit..."

"mmm... Yaudah later Mas thinkin again yes. when we want to go there." he said while glancing at Dira. And, deg! Suddenly his desire for maleness appeared to see Dira who was drying his hair in a position to back him with only a thin towel and very short on the thigh.

Fahri immediately moved from his seat. Then walk slowly towards Dira. And sure enough, immediately embraced the wife from behind.

"M-Mas.." said Dira shocked.

"Ssttt.." sizzled Fahri and instead began to kiss Dira's white neck.

Dira began to sigh and his body shook violently.

Then suddenly he slowly pulled a towel wrapped around Dira's body until now just released.

"M-Maass...!" dira's face began to turn red and was thrown away just like a hair dryer that was still burning from his grasp.

Fahri immediately pressed the off button on the hair dryer. Then turn the body of the wife who is now without a thread. Dira was of course very surprised to get this very sudden attack. He tried to cover his chest with a face that could no longer be described. Shame, salting, and so on mixed into one.

"Ngapain anyway, pake closed everything... After all, I've seen it all so often." sizzled Fahri again and began to catch Dira's hands. Then pushed her body backwards so that it slipped onto the dressing table behind her.

"M-Bag... Ki... We want to do it here...?" Dira.

Fahri chuckled, "Once yuk. New variety." and Fahri starts attacking her again with a hot kiss. Down to the neck, chest...

With a gasp of breath Fahri began to take off all his clothes and left only his boxer.

Dira long moaned, his body shaking violently. While continuing to play the action on the chest of the wife, Fahri ****** again Dira's lips get more violent.

"Oooouuhhhhh," cried Dira restrained and began grabbing Fahri's hair.

"I can't stand it, honey... I entered ya.." sizzle Fahri with sweat that began to wet his entire body.

Dira nodded, his body was completely limp made Fahri. Impatiently Fahri starts taking off his boxer and...

Tok tock...!

"Deenn...! There's a parcel delivery guy up ahead...!" bik Iroh said from behind their door.

"Duhh, failed right...! Siih Bibik," Fahri's annoyed.

Dira laughs amusedly.

"Later malem continue, dear..." Fahri *******Dira's lips for the last time. Then hurriedly put his clothes back on.

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