Rain Blanketed Clouds

Mastering Prawira

It has been almost two hours Arika sat in the workspace of the husband until the curiosity became more and more. His hand tried several times to contact the husband and did not get an answer. How does Prawira want to answer her call? While here the man had just accelerated the swaying of the waist above his body while groaning long. The two eagle eyes of the man were closed to enjoy the massage given by the secretary.

A smile expands complacently on Yeni's face which is still reluctant to move from the boss' mighty body. He now rests his body on Prawira and plays the clumsy fingers on the chest of Prawira's field. For a moment both of them play the role of a bedmate without knowing if there is a wife who is worried about the man's situation.

A small kiss a few times Yeni gave in the chest of a plain field, not prohibit Prawira just enjoy it. The vibration of the phone that he deliberately silent several times indicates if there is an incoming call. However, Yeni who knew about it tried to do anything to make the owner of the phone ignore him. Including the spoiled, erotic voice from the woman's lips.

"You're so strong, is this thing so good for you?" asked Prawira who actually played back her hand on the chest of the woman.

Getting the question instead of answering, Yeni actually pulled Prawira's property from hers that had been buried and turned to put her lips.

The hiss was clear until the man wanted to do it again.

After the second session, they rushed to the bathroom to clean the body and chose to sleep for a while. Without a thread, the two embraced each other. Prawira who repeatedly groaned finally quickly fell asleep.

"Last sleep too. I have to remove the trace of the call." muttered Yeni who grabbed the boss's phone and deleted the call from the boss' wife. Not only did he get there, he was dissatisfied with everything that happened this afternoon. Yeni rushes to pick up her phone and takes a picture of herself leaning against the chest of Prawira's field.

Paying attention to the handsome face of the man in front of him, it felt like he wanted to have this man completely in a fast time.

Too late, Prawira did not realize that her chest had a red mark from Yeni's lips just now.

Slowly Yeni rubbed the chest back and rubbed the cheek of the man, until Prawira did not realize if the woman who was with him at this time was making a trace on his chest.

The time that continues to run makes Arika again contact the husband. Now it was not just the anxiety he felt. Even his chest was tight and his tears had fallen without him being able to hold on anymore. Want to share with people, but Arika does not want the problem with her husband anyone knows.

"No, the hero can't do anything. I called again. Maybe he was meeting his client." he muttered desperately trying to convince the heart.

Contacting the husband and in the tone of connection to the three calls was immediately interrupted. Arika frowned in surprise when she found the husband who turned off the phone that had not been lifted.

"Kok on the turn off?" mumbling again.

Although actually not the owner of the phone that turns off. But Yeni who still holds the phone without the password. It was the last call from Arika, before the woman decided to go home with reddened eyes after crying.

Along the way Arika continued to feel restless. She was looking forward to the news of her husband who could not be contacted at all. Upon arrival at home Arika chose to soak in the bathup to refresh her head that feels dizzy.

Same with the atmosphere at the vip hotel. The scattered petals of roses and candles that are still burning even though they are getting shorter seem to accompany the romance of a pair of women and men in the bath.

Not satisfied with the previous game, now Yeni teases Prawira back when they want to take a bath. Until the bathroom became their outlet and their trials.