Red Noctah
Part 79's
The woman screamed stifledly as a beautifully circular burly hand on her waist without excuse. She almost jumped up before finally realizing her husband was chuckling softly as he grabbed her from behind his back.
"Geez baby, sorry surprise I made you so shocked," she grinned without sin. The man lifted his wife's body and sat her down on the kitchen counter complete with a soft nudity from her.
"What's so bad, Mas, if I hang how?" if he does not accept it, his hand hit the chest crunch@ her husband's field. The man let alone with a gentle and loving highlight.
"No need to smile, I'm angry." The woman was a manyun bin mrengut.
Bhishma instead of getting angry even eroded the distance, standing between his thighs and cupping his wife's two cheeks in a lashing mode.
"Have you healed yet?" his whisper was naughty right behind his hijab. The woman nodded in response.
"For a long time anyway, kangen ..." his whine instantly tightened their bodies.
"The feeling of meeting and tackling every chance, missing from where?" ask if you pretend you don't understand. The man panned her sticky, both of his hands gently brushed@s the lower back of his wife's body. Make him glare with his arm.
"Mas, no Razik, no" he recalled as the man was about to reach for his lips.
"Yuk's room?" take him with a hard-to-picture look.
"Well! Whynot? How's razik?"
"Temenin dear," he said, lowering the woman from the counter kitchen table.
"Mandi Mas," he said softly.
"Mandiin" replied the man.
"Tomorrow if I'm done, you will fear the danger, the land is still not ready."
"Old yes, how did it hang up. Far away kangen, near gini amad, am I strong," he complained mendrama.
"Apaan the hell Mas, three years also fine-fine aja, why now so impatient."
"Dearly, yesterday 'would still be sealed now it has been opened voluntarily, who can bear not process it," he said anxious himself.
"What are you talking about, I don't understand." The woman pretended not to understand. The pungent smell felt piercing his sense of smell. Spontaneous head twisting looking for the source of origin.
"Astaghfirullahalazim .. chicken I gosong," he complained weakly while patting the eel. "You are Mas, naughty!" accusation gripped. Bisma also looked at the contents of the frying pan that was still billowing hot smoke on it.
"Yes sory, I'll eat if you fry."
"Ish .. how dong, what side dishes to wear tonight."
"How about eating out?"
"Udah too late, delivery aja Mas, I'm lazy out, all day me and Razik have spent a lot of time outside the house." Bisma finally agreed.
They left the ground floor with Razik in his father's arms.
"Ihk .. cheated, only Razik was given chocolate," he protested as he went hand in hand.
"Suspicious of me." His eyes glanced warily.
"Why?" tanyanya.
"You're troubling Mas" the woman replied, passing into the bathroom.
The bisma immediately removed Razik from the sling, and removed his shirt tie and button. Following his wife who could have been predicted was preparing warm water for him. His wife was the most understanding.
Plakk!!
One clap of anxiety landed on bok*ng his wife who was still busy regulating the temperature of the hot water. The woman until the shortest fret not because.
"Mas!" reprimand slurred. Bending his cheerful face with a long istighfar. Bisma just chuckles without sin.
"Basic bawdy!" grundelnya.
"Why? Mesumin his wife's reward, what's wrong," his rebuttal relaxed.
"Yes, but your hands are crumbling and unsettling, don't like it anyway."
"No way, I'll have my money later."
"Udah Mas, take a shower!" When a little pushing his burly body that has been exposed for real.
"Follow the Deck." His hand was blocked by Bhishma and held him.
"Mas, let me take a shower," he fretted.
"But, give me the vitamin dikitiiit, aja!" please extend the word. Not yet had time to move, Bisma has pulled and locked her body on the bathroom wall.
"Mas, you can't!" When shaking fret.
"Who said, I just kissed the doang, I was so afraid I'd open it." His hand was moved to open the hijab that Bila was wearing, but the woman immediately held him.
"You make one big star baby, here." Point the man over his chest. "Hehe."
No longer replying, the man immediately grabbed his wife's lips with tenderness, deep, and intoxicating. Slowly descending down her white and seductive neckline.
Dong ding!
The sound of the doorbell rubbing the ears of two people who are twitching the sense of taste, spontaneously the two move to give each other distance. For a moment, still staring at each other with hunting breaths. The next second both threw laughter.
"There are guests of Mas," he said grabbing a hijab that was lying no man.
"Maybe our order has arrived, let me just go down."
"Mas, you take a shower, I don't pa-pa all ready," he said tidying up a slightly shabby hijab.
