MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 43

STILL A HOT SCENE, THE BOCIL SAT IN THE CORNER OF BENTAR.

The room turned hot, not because of the air, but because of our increasingly fierce romance game.

"you turned out to be shrewd darling" I said slowly, Viska looked at me mischievously, with a faint smile, then gripped my chin.

"that's what I taught you"

"let's shake the bed, let's shake the room"

with the body still attached, lips wrestled wildly, hands rampant fingered each other in sensitive parts of the body. My tongue runs down the neck of the level, until it travels up its beautiful hill.******, and the moans of pleasure sound melodious. On the soft crest of my hair, on the press of my head. My lips swept over her slender belly, she sways in amusement.

"Forwardly baby, I want it" she said softly.

My hand tried to open the pencil pants that were still attached, until they were separated from his body.

"Uhh, steady soul"

a beautiful mound was still wrapped in a thin sheet of cloth, with my mischievous bitten by anxiety.

"Ohhhh!" yummy groan.

Then I climbed every beautiful curve of her body, sweeping her soft skin with my lips. I hugged him, I slammed my body into the bed, until my body was crushed by him.

Otherside.

"Eh, son of Mujab, when will I go home?" ask Mamak to Mujab, Viska's fiance who just returned from Jakarta.he came to Viska's house to meet.

"Last night Mak, Viskanya where's Mak?"

"Viska work, it's a new afternoon home"

"oh, this is a little souvenir for mamak and Bapak" said Mujab gave a large bag of plastic souvenirs from Jakarta, mamak received it with great joy.

"Why bother anyway son, thank you very much you know"

then Mujab sat on the floor, he was used to it, because he considered the house of Viska to be his home.

"When to return from Jakarta Jab?" ask the father who just came home from the brother's house.

"last night sir" he replied, kissing the back of his hand.

"Where's the father from?"

"So from Rif'an's house, there was a job offer for the Father" then he sat down beside Mujab.

"Oh, what work, sir?"

"that, make a new home, for his son Mr. Rif'an, who just returned a month ago from Kalimantan. Now it's successful" replied Mr at length.

"Where are you doing in Jakarta?"

"yes that's the way sir, whose name is business there must be ups and downs. And this is my effort again deserted, so I go home first sir, all of you later want to ask for help Viska, to help develop the business" he replied politely.

The mamak came from behind carrying a hot pot of tea, and a few glasses. And put it in their middle.

"Hayo in the drink first, mumpung still warm"

Next they hihah hihah together.

****

Viska is now more wildly moving, I never thought, the guy I thought was a robot, now this crazily fucked me.

" It is not in vain that I teach him" my inner self, while enjoying the frenzied fondling of Viska. I turned the position, now I'm in control of the game. My viska overlapped, not to be outdone, I brutally peppered her whole body. Not going back and forth let's not scowl. Viska only groaned and sighed when she received my attack. Sip each other without waste.

One round I finished well, our breathing was still hunting irregularly.

"no rascal?" I looked at Viska beside me, also adjusting her breath.

"Lumayan" he replied smilingly, as we had been fighting for quite a long time.

"There are still a few rounds left"

"quietly, I will be able to balance your game" replied Viska calmly, feeling confident.

"Yes, we take a break first, we will continue" I reached for his favorite tea-flavored packaging drink, which I bought with some packaged snacks before this check hotel. Then I gave it to Viska. After he finished drinking, he leaned on the bed enjoying a snack while watching the movie Doraemon.

"Oya Pras, how is my pregnancy?" he asked me, I stopped the game I was playing on my phone.

"Yes yes ja"

"Lunatic you! I could kill my father later"

"later I take responsibility, and will tell your father, if it's my son" I said casually, but I myself also panicked.

"Well, look for your thing!"

"do you think you can?"

"you got a baby, I got a fiancee. Think of you" he said sewot.

"don't know me, if you don't want responsibility, that's okay. Because it's not your fault" I'm just listening. Then he continued his words.

"Actually it's my fault too, Lu will pay me, so let me take responsibility myself" he said.

"calm down, I'll help you out anyway, and I won't run away from the responsibility" I said to calm her down, hugging Viska tightly. She was crying in my arms.

"why are you crying?"

"it's okay, just I'm moved by your words"

"don't cry first dong, later the next round of battles delayed dong"

"ish, you pervert, your swamp crocodile" he said with a smile, pinching my chest in anxiety. I pulled the blanket to cover our bodies, then we were already snubbed in the blanket.

Now Viska has been swerving over my body, like a joky horse holding a saddle. He plays his whip, I'm the neighing one. He spurred, enjoying my body as his mount. Sweat was pouring down, soaking the whole bed. Until after the last few rounds, we drooped full of satisfaction.

When we finished, we headed back to our own cage. But before I got home, I stopped by your handyman to buy Viska some herbs. Let the moon come quickly.

Three days passed, a message notification came in on my phone.

I want to see you in the morning

The deg!! die me! I'd like to talk about Viska's pregnancy.

-You meet! What's the matter Vis?-

I replied to the message a little panicked.

I don't know, he said it was important

Ow hell! really my guess, it must be Viska's problem.

"I have to how? cooking should escape, well, that's not my nature. All right, whatever happens, I have to face" I murmured inwardly. Coolest.

-okay, where did you meet?-

- whatever you are, where you want to meet. Said the Father so

- 09:00 at the terminal, you're coming, right?-

- yes I'm coming

After receiving a reply from Viska, I was a bit uneasy.

"What's wrong?" I looked towards my wife, Siti Fatimah. I think he saw my less-than-delighted reed.

"nothing" I replied without passion.

"Think which girl again? it's old man" I'm just grumbling when I hear his babble.

"Huuuu, although old like this still do tau" I cried in my heart.

"What a girl to dik, you don't make up anything!" then I went to the bedroom. My wife soon caught up with me. I keep thinking about tomorrow morning, as his father Viska asks for responsibility, I have to answer what yes. I was confused, just got my case about girls done, now have to face the same thing again. Ampuuun.

"Where are you going?" my wife asked me when I saw that I wasn't sleeping. He also woke up.

"Find a bad wind, who knows who can prey" I take a jacket, then go to the park to find a solution and find prey. Prey in a sense, looking for a courtship person in the park who does immoral acts, then I check the money. Styles, I myself also often do sacrilegious actions. Sometimes Sok-sok an advising people who are caught doing indecent in the park. It's very stupid, it's important to get money. I thought at that time.

This morning, I put on my uniform neatly, looking good-looking when I look in the mirror. If not yourself who praises, who else. Moreover, my beautiful hair is stunning when I comb the style of Jackie Chan.

"Lifting off to the office, the bus met the prospective in-laws" I smiled gleefully as I reflected. Although there is a little bit of a fret.

"Newly in the rocking a day kok pregnant, emang topcer nih the otongku" hisisku.

"Why smile at myself" wailed my knowing wife behind me. Nervously mixed in surprise I answered accordingly.

"Keinget last night, there were people dating not samperin instead run off the ridge like a watch settan" I lied to my wife. My wife passed back on her routine errands.

Waiting for a message from Viska, I was not calm at the office, the task that was given to me, I put it on my desk.

- here we are on our way

It's good to mix fear plus panic into one. After I read the message from Viska.

yeah, I'm also a street

reply fast.

"Boss, I'll copy it for a while" the reason I went to the boss.

"Yes, hurry back. You know, you're in a habit, if the photocopying tape must be right behind us when we want to go home" I just smiled a little.

"Beres boss, ready to do it" I immediately headed to the terminal, where the agreement met with Mr. Viska. In my mind, though,

"how could it be, if suddenly his father Viska was angry, then beat me in the terminal. Shame on my uniform." murmured.

continue to support my work and do not forget to follow yes brother, thanks.