Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 25: ACE

Anggun and Beem togetherness in the VIP room covered in intimacy. While in the frenetic sound of music pounding hard with rows of alcoholic beverages plastered neatly on the wooden shelves. No matter the sun was still bright, there were still many people going back and forth to enter the two-story house. A common sight for seekers of the favor of the heaven of the world.

However, behind the frenzy there were two people who were arguing violently without anyone willing to budge. To cause a commotion, making some visitors feel disturbed.

"Hey! GET OUT! We want to have fun, not hear the whining of a child like you." exclaimed one visitor.

A man with a chaotic appearance walked over to the visitor who insulted him by shouting out the origin of the talk. "Whatdidyou say? HUH! I just want to know where that woman sold my wife. Do you think I'm whining?"

"Duo! Get Akbar out of the podjok house!" mamca's decree did not want to serve the sableng man who suddenly came and forced to say the existence of a wife who sold some time ago.

Akbar came back to Mamca and grabbed a bottle of wine from the round table. I don't want to miss the slightest opportunity. The bottle was smashed to the floor until it broke with the wine inundating part of the floor. He pointed the bottle at Mamca. "Have you forgotten who am I? I'm Akbar Wijaya. Don't you think I can't knock down your pride house that's always been where I had fun. You didn't forget your US card, did you?"

Gluey!

Akbar's Threat. Success makes women dress super menor it chokes its own saliva. Where might he forget all the services of the man who now stands at the pointy bottle. The fierce gaze of her loyal customers could no longer cover the fear and resignation of a Mama Cantika. Not wanting anyone to know the other side of him, making him cupped both hands while giving a clear look.

"Okay, let's talk about this. We'll talk in my room. How?'' Mamca tries to negotiate with Akbar.

"Huft, wasn't that? It is free to waste energy like a beggar. COME HURRY!" Akbar shook his hand which still did not take the bottle out of his hand.

Seen duo K the bodyguard Mama Cantika also moved from their position. It made Akbar give a sharp look. "Where are you going? Stay still in place!''

"Follow whatever Akbar commands. I can take care of myself." Mamca gave a signal so that everyone would not interfere.

Don't want to create new problems. Now Mamca's steps are followed by Akbar, while the duo K keep the visitors from worrying about what just happened. The podjok house is a brothel with a two-story building. Luxury and pleasure will certainly be found in that place, whether women, drinks or games.

Mamca stopped in front of the largest room of all the rooms in the podjok house. His hand rushed to enter the key, then pushed the door open. "Lake in!"

The man stepped into the room in a red hue, followed by Mamca who closed the door again, and directly in the back lock. Surprisingly Akbar looks relaxed without feeling threatened even though only the actions of the woman are worth suspecting.

Without further ado, Mamca walked over to Akbar. Where the man stood in front of his bed. "You know the terms, don't you? Is your game still the same? I forgot your sense of touch."

Mamca shook her head in disapproval. That made Akbar have to be patient a little more. Without further ado, he stretched out both his hands. Then welcome Mamca with a mischievous smile. "How many rounds?"

Akbar's question publishes Mamca's caress-thirsty smile. The woman instantly silenced the lips of the man in front of her greedily. Pagutan scramble each other start in the accompaniment along with naughty hands playing without cue. Who started it, in a matter of minutes. All the threads moved into a floor blanket.

"Ouuh, your body is getting stronger." quaja Mamca with an enchanted look when successfully making Akbar plain like a baby.

"Happy? If so, I can....,"

Not listening to a word that is always a debate. Mamca pushed Akbar until the man lay flat on the bed. The naughty gazes of the two were adrift to each other. One act makes them like a perverted couple.

A heated struggle with the sound of a rocking bed creaking began to fill the room, and was suffused with sounds****** that shouted pleasure. The sweat fused together without any barrier. Each breath collides with each other in the heat.

"Eeemmmppttt....,"

"Hold, this is just the beginning." whispered Akbar increasingly intensified to add to the rhythm of his game, making Mamca nod without rejection.

No one knows the madness of the two men because they both know what the relationship is and how deep it is between the two. All thought Akbar to be a loyal customer due to gambling and playing women. But the truth is only one. The man became an impingement of Mamca's desire since the beginning of the podjok house made into a brothel.

The heat struggle cannot be denied by both. Up to three hours, Akbar gave his best game to pound Mamca without any pause other than changing position of the game. Even the seeds were spewed into the woman's womb repeatedly.

The cup!

"You're great, always satisfying every time you give tax service. Aren't you afraid I'm pregnant?" ask Mamca.

Akbar who was still fashionably exhausted only heard the woman's rant without intending to answer. It takes a lot of effort to satisfy a woman like Mamca. Even a single round would have no effect on the woman, fortunately before leaving for the home podjok himself had consumed strong medicine.

"alright. As usual, I give you your wish. Ara was bought by a young master. What is his name, but be calm. Your ex-wife is living a luxurious life."

"Where can I find that guy?"