MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 51

Hearing the news of his fiancee wanting to die, instead of worrying or panicking was answered with a smile by Viska.

"Do you mean that death is there?" viska said relax.

"Yes mbak, I was just told by you to tell me to tell you" replied Ubay.

"Later to die, brother, again"

"lho! in fact" replied Ubay behind the phone, like again confused by his brother's speech just now. Then Viska's phone is turned off, so no one interferes with our pending activities. Viska looked at me with her sweet smile, I just frowned in astonishment.

"Why is your engagement, baby?"

" quiet beby, he's not dead yet" he licks casually.

"Oh, aren't you worried about her, baby?" I was surprised by Viska's indifference to her fiance, even though she made her fiance wretched.

"Here baby, forget it, we enjoy this moment of togetherness, and I don't want to be disturbed while being engrossed" by casually creeping into my body with a friendly. I feel happy again, and I will not waste this opportunity. Viska started fondling me all over again, every touch of hers I enjoyed. Now he's smart enough to please me, even control all these games.

"You enjoy it, let me spoil you, just as you used to spoil me" I just smiled, and gently stroked her beautiful hair.The game of her lips really makes her vibrate and passionate, she traced my midwife's chest, she said, don't forget the sensitive parts of my body. I just let out a scrumptious sigh, each getting a soft touch from her lips. Like a high-voltage electric shock, making my body vibrate delicately.

"Oh baby, I can't stand it. Quickly finish" I asked, squeezing his chewy flesh.

"Why hurry beby, I've just started" a sweet smile puffed up, revealing a line of charming white teeth. With anxiety I poked his nose. Not only the front was the target of Viska's wild attack, by turning face down, my nape on his back was full of emotion, which made me shudder in horror but favor. Next, my back in his mouthful was full of delights, and his tongue danced upon him. Fortunately, there was no panu sitting on my back. I can only crumple every time I get his naughty touch.

Slightly jolted in shock to me, when Viska's soft hands reached into my hose, before long I enjoyed it again. His soft hands squeezed, back and forth slowly my missile.

"What is this, baby? delicious right? this is called handjob picking mangoes"

"ouhh, what an amazing darling" I really enjoyed it, not knowing why she could name it that way. While massaging slowly, in the term of picking mango he bit my hamstrings small, which made me increase in shock but delicious.

"Uwwwuuuuhhh, what a pity" I jolted reflexively.

Her naughty glance made me even more emotional to ***** her lips. But in the seat, and still focus on the smooth and stocky thighs in front of him.

"Make yourself comfortable beby, want something like this?"

"Uwiiiihihh! what the hell else, baby? owwuuhho very delicious" seruku could not stand the excitement mixed with a little pain and pleasure. Just by playing his hand, I've been blingsatan not because.

"If this one is called picking wine" he said softly and softly, while continuing to lick my hamstrings.

"Huh? what else is that? ah, stupid is very important delicious and delicious" I thought while continuing to redden my lips, sigh, moan. Strange, the term fuck is very much. There was picking mangoes, which as Viska did by massaging my missile rods back and forth pretty, from behind or my body position face down. And this again there is the term picking wine, by plucking like picking small fruits like grapes. The main target is to pluck the head of the missile rod slowly and gently, or it could be the quail egg in the comot. But remember to be slow and gentle, let our partner enjoy. If it is rough and tight, our partner can die.

"Let's dong dear naek, later first lemes you know" I cried while turning the body back on its back. I have my own solid, battle-ready lyrics.

"yes dear, I want it too" Viska replied, taking off her underwear quickly. It didn't take long, Viska was already dancing beautifully around my body.

"Uhhh!!" hisisku.

Next we humphed each other, and tasted each other a soul-burning taste. Bag paddled the sampan to the middle of the ocean, breath was raging, the sweat droplets fell we did not care about it. If you struggle like this, everything will feel beautiful. The longer the Viska movement the more wild, the louder the sound echoed in the room. Twenty minutes passed, yet there was no sign this game would end. Even more violent, Viska's chirping sounded melodious in my ears, the mellow Malaysian singing bag and teasing.

"Uhhh bebyku, I want to feel like I spilled"

"spill baby, as you please" I replied with a hunting breath.

"I don't want this fun game to end, uhh! feel my clasp beby" Viska raved, occasionally squeezing my chest tight. Both of his legs were piled up on my thighs, under such pressure. I'm getting blingsatant. He kept pedaling, wanting to reach the top as soon as possible.

"yes, my dear, I-I want to get it"

"i'm also be-beby, keep pressing baby" I said I couldn't help but hold something out. Our voices clashed with stammering, until we finally shook violently together, there was a long moaning sound sign of the game ending.

Our bodies are still attached, it does not feel willing this pleasure is over. Slowly I stabilized the breath that was still hunting fast, still clearly visible Viska exhausted, she collapsed her body on top of me, smelling a pleasant smell from her mouth. I kissed her forehead, which was right in front of me with a feeling of affection. I hugged her smooth white body tightly, I pulled the messy blanket over. And I covered our bodies until we fell asleep in satisfaction.

In clinic.

Mujab groaned in pain all over his body.

"Auuukh is very sick, sir. Kipasin dong" hastily Mr. Mujab slipped a blanket covering the bird Mujab, looks red swollen. With a fan of woven bamboo, Mr. Mujab fanned it. It's like satay being burned. Unable to bear the pain he suffered, Mujab could only groan and his body always moved left and right.

Ubay and Mr. Viska who had just come were silent to see the sad state of Mujab, but could not do much. With his leisure immediately sat on the floor next to his Father Mujab.

"Why did it happen like this, son?" Mr. Viska, whose name is Abdullah and is usually called Mr. Dullah, opened his voice. But only the groan he found from Mujab's answer. Mr. Mujab glanced at Mr. Dullah with a feeling of worry about the state of his son.

"Is this how you are, sir, or just take it to the hospital?" Asked Mr Mujab in confusion, whose name was Pak Lamin and his full name was Hirobbil Alamin.

"We just wait for the development, sir, and said the injection mantri how about sir?"

"just told nugguin Mr. Dullah, maybe this is also a reaction of the medicine he drank earlier" replied Mr. Lamin, while continuing to fan the Mujab bird who was again carefree. Mr. Dullah was astonished, he looked to the right and to the left looking for something.

"What's up, Mr. Dullah? kayak was confused" asked Mr. Lamin glanced at Mr. Dullah confused.

"Viska where is it, sir? I didn't see him from that moment"

"yes this morning here, go to Mujab while apologizing, then go again" said Mr. Lamin as it is.

"Snap boy! in order to wait and go and go wandering, kirain went to buy what it is" muttered Mr. Dullah growled.

"He said to go to work sir" between Mr. Lamin, Mr. Viska just grunted annoyed with the behavior of his son.

"Babies!"

"yes sir" replied Ubay approaching to his Father.

"you buy esteh yes, you want to compress the bird Mujab" said Mr. Dullah while taking the money tucked behind the peci dekilnya. Then give five thousand to Ubay. Mr. Lamin and Ubay even gawked full of question marks.

"A compress sir? Mr. Dullah has that idea from where?" ask Mr. Lamin worried.

"Hehehe, own initiative sir, remember not first, when we were little maen ball in the rice field. When our feet are swollen because of each other, then we joint to buy esteh. The tea water we spend, then the ice we make compresses our feet. Your ghost remembers, right?" seloroh Mr. smart and proud because he got a brilliant idea. Mr. Lamin believes and mangosteen.

"Ethrift also yes sir, may we try later" Tukas Pak Lamin smiled happily.

"Ubay, call also Mbakyumu to go home immediately, say aja Mujab want to die that" ordered Mr. Viska to Ubay, and Ubay can only say it without refuting.

"Wow, how are you dead, sir? not that it is outrageous sir" exclaimed Mr. Lamin confused by the act of Mr. Dullah.

"If not so, where maybe Viska wants to go home sir, Mr. Lamin will know himself, Viska is the person" said Mr. Dullah explained, and Mr. Lamin just silent mangosteen again.

"Wooh! if dead really how dong anaku this" inner pack Lamin pilu.