Passion of Neighboring Wife

CHAPTER 6.

A month has passed.

The sound of DJ music melodious feels beautiful in the ears of the men who are enjoying a party at one of the houses of friends like him.

Fizzy drinks stood freely on the table, snacks were scattered everywhere and it looked like the place was very messy. Some male and female partners exchange saliva with each other regardless of their surroundings.

Homeowners who are playboys let them act as they please no matter what they do.

"Come, bro, add another drink. We party until morning." ask a handsome man with messy hair with characteristic tofu flies on the left cheek, hazel-eyed with neatly engraved eyebrows, he said, her thin-walled jaw and long, key-roofed necklace around her neck that she often uses.

The man thrust his glass to one of the friends who was holding his rental woman while smiling faintly. "Pour it again, bro."

"Bastian, you can get yourself that drink. Don't you see if I'm busy with this beautiful, sexy woman?" said the sweet-faced man with a mole near his nose as a sweetener on his face and also has thin hairs on his jaw. While gently rubbing the thigh of the woman on his lap mischievously.

"Ck, you're a Casanova playboy, Jayden. Can't go a day not playing with horses with your hired lady." The man named Bastian thawed while keeping a drink glass on the table.

"Oh Bastian, you playboy likes to change women more than me. You change girlfriends once a month, is that boyfriends or quota for months?" Jayden replied to Bastian as his naughty hand touched the chewy object of his hired woman.

"Ssttt ahh Jayden dear." the woman bellowedly enjoyed the naughty touch of the sweet-faced man.

"Indeed, mobile phones are used in the quota. I'm a playboy but I'm not Casablanca like you." Bastian throws the nut he opened on the face of his comrade-in-arms.

Jayden frowned. "Casanova, camel, not Casablanca. Casablanca's singing my heart beats." Jayden was still returning Bastian's playfulness even though he was holding back amused when the woman in his lap touched his chest. His eyes also bristled when the woman's hips swayed on her thighs.

"Well that you know. Still mending me playboy virgin rather than lo playboy virgin sense widower."

"But lie, I was a virgin one month ago." Bastian still hasn't been honest about what happened that night. The hot night that had already managed to make him soar high and could not forget the woman.

Jayden squinted his frown at Bastian's words. "Where is the widower's virgin? If the widower feels a new virgin."

"There was. The proof is that you are a widower. Not married eh not married but the finches lo have pecked various bird nests. Especially if it's not a widower who often goes in and out of the bin." Bastian casually licks his best friend while chewing peanuts and then occasionally drinks big kola.

"Damn lo onta." Jayden throws a bean at Bastian. Then lowered the woman on his lap to his side. "Eh, but you're right too. I'm a bujang but I've enjoyed the heavenly hole."

"Ck, base cu*pang you."

"Darling why did you drop me off at the time of honry gini? Let's go inside the room." The hired woman Jayden protested because the man messed up his passion when the heat of wanting to be satisfied had approached him.

Jayden and Bastian glanced at him then Bastian said. "Continue there! Throw away your tadpoles for free so you're satisfied. His face was already so passionate," led Bastian.

"Ishh, you're usually just nagging doang. Don't you want to feel the sweat sharing? I'm not sure if you're a virgin?" Jayden doubts Bastian about his relationship unlike his own.

"Ck, are you doubting me? I dyed there dyed here, later if the woman is sick how? Ihhh spooky." Bastian has a principle of not relating before marriage. Although he is naughty like to get drunk, playboy, but about this one he is guaranteed ORI. But that was before it was successfully tempted by one woman. But only with that woman did Bastian.

Jayden was silent until a noise could be heard outside the house. Because it's still 9pm, so there's still a lot of people who haven't slept.

Braanggg....

Jayden shrugged his shoulders not knowing. He resumed his activities with the woman.

"Basic maniac se*ks. No you, neither of the others are equally passionate." Bastian threw the beans at Jayden. The man did not reply even funnily making love to each other exchanging saliva with his hands grasping anything.

Bastian noticed the people in his house were engrossed with each partner. He clucked and stood out to hear the commotion of a new neighbor one day living as his neighbor.

"Lu can be quiet no way, huh? I just came home instead of being welcomed even a lot of questions from where? With who? Exactly what? This is none of your business, Kyara. It's up to the cave wherever it's the cave's business."

A man's jolt to someone. Bastian, who was leaning his right side of the body against the wall, was stunned to hear the name, "Kyara?" he slid his hands together on his chest. Her soul thrashed around wanting to know what was going on next door.

"I have every right to know where you're going until you get home that drunk? I'm Brother's wife so I deserve to know what you're doing out there."

"Elu emang bini cave, but the cave is sick of this marriage. Were it not for your child, the cave would never have defended you!"

Bastian peeked out from behind the wall. He saw the shadow of a man clutching his wife's jaw and then threw it away until the woman fell.

"Basic really is a person" Bastian said.

"Why did you become like this? Hiks. Can you stop gambling, get drunk, and not go out for another night."

"Don't set me up!" jolt her.

"They're wondering what the hell? Rame really?" bastian kepo muttered did not understand the root of the problem that was going on between the quarrels of the next-door neighbors.

"Woy camel, what are you doing stuck in a wall like a lizard? Again nguping you?" said Jayden came out in a mess without wearing his shirt.

"Whisper lu cu*pang. I'm in the next-door neighbor's business again." Bastian is upset that his activities are disrupted.

Jayden's approaching Bastian. He also stood by the wall while putting up his ears. "Where? No fight?"

"Some, you hear it yourself." Both of them tried to listen to the neighbors.

"Here it is, rather than every day horrifying you ngoceh mending I go play playing cards in the post there."

"Don't play gambling anymore and don't go again." Kyara prevented her husband from leaving the house. But her husband pushed her body back and slammed the door.

Blug ....

"Nrank ...."

Kyara who sobbed heard a voice behind the wall. She wiped her tears and approached her and climbed onto the bench.

"You're nagging, huh?"

"Eh ...."