SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapter 157: Time for Karen and Darren

"Just let's go home today just don't wait for next week!" press Karen back. After knowing Chalvin had feelings for her, he seemed hesitant to meet her again. However, living in a house certainly makes it difficult to avoid.

"Yes, but .. We'll have to talk to Oma again. You know for yourself, don't you, Oma's response last night? Wait for Oma to calm down a little, then we give understanding to him."

"Oma's problem .. Let me persuade you. I'm ready to be the most important diomelin we have tonight, huh?" Karen Pinta.

"Yes, but the problem is that our house has not been cleaned. Must have had a lot of dust left in two months. Last time I called the cleaning service, their schedule for five days in a row was still crowded. There is also a full one this week.

"If so, let me clean this afternoon!"

"What can you do?"

Karen was silent for a moment. Yeah, since when did you see a Karen doing housework?

"I mean .. we're both!"

Darren held back a laugh. "Yes, .. If you're done with work, I'll pick you up. After lunch together, we go home to clean up."

Actually, Darren was confused at Karen's insistence which he thought was a little strange. Because, just last night Karen said there was no need to rush home because she saw Oma's response was so angry. Now, even he who is in a hurry wants to go home soon.

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Lunch has just finished. As agreed, Karen and Darren stopped by the nearest supermarket to buy cleaning tools because they only used house cleaning services that came once a week.

While pushing the trolley, Karen suddenly recalled the incident in the office this morning. It feels like it's hard to believe that Chalvin's been secretly loving it all this time. He still doubts it even though Chalvin had revealed his feelings.

Karen looked at Darren who was busy choosing the types of mop tools with cutting-edge technology. "What would Darren have reacted to if he knew about this?" he thought for a moment, "nothing ... Darren can't know! I don't want to make their relationship so strained!"

After shopping, Karen and Darren arrive at their residence which is not far from Aswono's grandfather's house. As soon as their door opened, Karen took off her shoes and ran over and slammed her butt on the soft sofa.

Karen leaned back while raising her head. "Ah, as comfortable as living in the house of Oma, it turns out more comfortable to be at home alone! Yeah, no?"

Darren stood behind the sofa, slightly bowing with both hands resting between Karen's heads. "Living anywhere is okay, as long as we don't separate" he said.

Karen, who was looking down at Darren, smiled as she tried to grab the side of her husband's face. Darren lowered his head, bringing their faces closer to reach for Karen's lips that always seemed seductive in his eyes. One kiss landed fast. Too short, to make them need to repeat it.

Darren looked down again to bring their warm lips together. The kiss that was only limited to sticking it back apart. When the man's head began to move away, he grabbed the collar of his camera as if he did not want Darren to end it just like that. For some reason, lately she became very passionate, even just by smelling the smell of her husband's sweat.

Their beads collide. Darren smiled faintly as Karen's face grew upward with her lips slightly open. Darren lowered his face slowly. When their lips were almost spaced out, the man made a reflex move by biting into Karen's sharp chin.

"Come on, wake up! We're here to clean up, not to do the thing that makes you feel good!" darren said as he moved away from the sofa.

Karen's face frowned for a moment. She just wanted to have more fun with her husband. At the very least, they should make use of the leisure time before being equally busy.

Suddenly the young woman's lips flashed a sly smile as she swept away the idea in her brain.

"Aauu, my legs are so cramped! Please help me, dong!" karen shouted with both hands outstretched forward.

Darren turned around and immediately approached Karen. He held onto Karen's hands, intending to help her stand up. However, Karen instead deliberately pulled her hand firmly until the man's body was even attracted forward and hit his body that was sitting leaning.

Karen put her hand on her husband's neck. "Mumpung his position has been kayak gini, why .. we ... engak .. bahainin .. moment .. aja," said Karen dashed while looking at Darren. His lentic fingers began to creep slowly in Darren's chest, as if to free the kameja he was wearing from the buttons that bound him.

Darren takes Karen's tiny hands that move actively in her chest, blocking her to the back of the sofa so that it makes her unable to move. Now, it was Darren's guerrilla hand, starting from his wife's neck recesses and slowly descending to the chest area. Karen's breath seemed restrained, as her husband's hands danced in her stomach, then downhill to touch her inner thighs. Now, he really felt the cramps in his feet the effect of his fingers curling so tightly.

"You're no longer mens, are you?" ask Darren for a moment.

Holding her breath and biting the corner of her lips, Karen shook her head slowly. Apparently, he had just realized that the moon had not come until the end of the month. He then remembered the advice of the doctor who asked him to come back to control.

Darren whispered into Karen's ear. "In that case, get ready for me tonight!" whispered in a voice that sounded naughty. He then stood up and immediately took the cleaning equipment.

"Well, why wait for the night, anyway!" karen muttered as she stomped her feet.

"Do you want to sweep, mop, or clean the glass?" asked Darren while showing him the equipment.

Karen pointed at the washcloth in a lazy style.

"Well, you're glazing, yeah!" Darren gives a washcloth as well as glass cleaning liquid.

Darren begins sweeping while Karen chooses to clean the windows directly opposite the side garden. Because he felt his movement was limited, Karen took off her blazer to leave only the tank top as an interior.

About ten minutes later, Karen called her husband in a spoiled tone. "Darren, may I ask you a favor, won't I?"

"Hum, why?" Darren who was still sweeping the room turned to look at him.

"I can't clean the top. Too high!" point Karen towards the glass above the window.

"No, there's a small ladder." Darren turned his chin towards the bar table.

"Ih, tell me to climb! How about I fall!"

"Jude, it's me who cleans the top."

"Now!" urged Karen.

Darren took off the broom in his hand and walked over to Karen. He took a cloth from his wife's hand.

"Can you step aside, can't you?" pinta the man.

Karen was reluctant to step aside despite Darren's position behind her, slightly squeezing her body. This situation also suddenly made one of his tank top straps slide down precisely on his smooth arm to expose a part of the chest without realizing it.

Darren's hand movements stopped instantly when he saw his wife's sexy-looking image on the glass. Unknowingly, one of her hands was directly coiled around Karen's waist. This made the woman stupefied. With a slight bow, Darren's lips began to go down his wife's smooth shoulders. So slow and soft that his teeth managed to clamp the sagging tank top rope and then raise it back up.

Although the tank top rope had been successfully raised upwards, Darren's moist lips still continued to explore Karen's neckline. He even made gentle bites in his wife's ears. Stipulate it with full of excitement.

The roar of Darren's breath, has been able to make Karen bristle. The woman closed her eyes with a hand that formed a fist. When his eyelids tried to open, his vision suddenly became cloudy followed by a body that slightly lost balance.

"Why you?" asked Darren who immediately stopped their hot activity once Karen's body almost drooped.

"Don't know, suddenly dizzy!" karen said while holding her temple. He tried to reopen his eyes. His vision was still the same where he felt his body spinning.

"Don't be anemic!" Darren immediately led his wife to sit on the sofa.