Take Off Yourself

Unplug Mas

"Would you call who, um?". Ask Yasmin, curious.

"Repo!". Hanafi, chuckle.

"Cathisshhh.... What a bummer! Tell me, who are you calling?". Yasmin asked, throwing her eyes out.

"Repo!". Hanafi replied, grinning.

"Cathisshhh....Look out for you, yeah, um." Yasmin, directly pinched her husband's stomach.

"Aauukk....Auuukis..Auuukk.... Sakiittt's....Yes, I replied, baby. But, let's just pinch you". Pinta Hanafi, grimacing in pain.

"Makanya mas, don't taunt me". Sung Yasmin, instantly releasing the pinch. "Hurry up, who did you call?". The curious soul of Yasmin, thrashed.

"eeee...Kepos! Yes, yes...Cook, answer. Oh, my love, my goodness". Hanafi, hugging his wife's body. Holding Yasmin's hand, so tightly. Fears at his wife's pinch, again.

"Mas, take your hand off. It sucks, you fucked me Dad". Yasmin, rebelled under her husband's confinement.

"Well, if it's like this! You can't do anything, my heart likes to do anything". Hanafi said, smiling smrik.

"Jawan dong, my question is". Yasmin's face, instantly turned sour.

"My master answered, as long as I take off all my clothes". Challenge Hanafi, brighten his smile.

"Mas, you're all there". Yasmin's face, already flushed red.

"Well, if you don't want to! I won't answer, your question". Kekehnya Hanafi, see the wife shy cat. "Ngapain shy, babe. Didn't you see my innocent body a lot". Hanafi whispers, in Yasmin's ears.

"It's so annoying, the more perverted here". Yasmin, throw your face the other way.

"Dede glittering, wanted in elus-elus by you. Exactly rich last night, hooked on elus-elus". Hanafi blinked his eyes, peeping at Yasmin's lips.

"No, mas. Please don't remember, I'm ashamed". Yasmin, take her husband's hand. Type the husband, leading towards his dede gemes.

"Pengen in elus-elus, dear". Hanafi whispers, with his hoarse voice. Then, kiss Yasmin's lips. Over time, the kisses got more aggressive. Passion is equally peaking, wanting more and more.

Yasmin, follow her husband's play. Shy want, mengelus dede gemes owned by husband. It is hardened, veined and ready to slide.

"Aauuukk...Don't bite, mas. ssshhhttt.... Ssakkki...". Yasmin's description, when Hanafi bites ****** the melon.

"Hehehe....Sorry, I'm gemes darling". Hanafi, smiled sweetly and continued his game.

"Aaaahh...Mass.... Sshhhtt....Oough...". Yasmin's body, twisting around felt an incredible sensation. When Hanafi, it's getting faster to play his finger down there.

Not forgetting to give a trace on Yasmin's neck, her head looked up. "Aaaah...Masses.... Hhmmmppt.... Oough....".

Yasmin's breath, it's going. Her eyes were glaring, looking at her husband.

Hanafi, smiling with satisfaction because his wife has got the peak.

The ringing of her phone rang, the name Aina said.

"Who's calling, who's calling?". Ask Yasmin, still boring.

"It doesn't matter, honey. Now it's my turn,". Hanafi, direct******* his wife's lips gently.

The game gets hotter, eagerly showering his wife's body. The village-han voice echoed in the room, of course it was heard by Aina. Because of Hanafi, deliberately picked up his phone and let him hear them make love.

This is a lesson to you, Aina. Who has lied to me, in Hanafi.

His eyes were fixed on his phone, still on the phone. Apparently Aina, still holding on to the sound of the village-han they both.

"Massat...Hanafii...Ahhhh.... Hhmmmppt...". Yasmin, grip her husband's burly arm.

"Yeah... Call my name, dear. I like it so much, so sexy is the sound of your village-han". Racau Hanafi, deliberately heating up Aina.

Likely to not take it anymore, Aina instantly turned off her call.

************

Yasmin, woke up in her sleep. He opened his eyes, at what time. "Jeez, why are you still stuckin". Grutu Yasmin, her husband's still inside. He woke Hanafi up, shaking his arm.

Yasmin, a little move woke her husband up. Hanafi, tightly hugging his wife's body from behind. Not to forget his, still nesting in the goal Yasmin.

"What's up, baby? Want it again, hmmm...". Hanafi asked, his eyes closed and feeling his own hardened again.

Sontak makes Yasmin, surprised to feel something tense inside hers. Hanafi, start moving his hips.

"Mas, not now. Ahhhh.... Unplug the mas, I'll pee. In fact, thin here. Ahhh..... Hhmmmppt....Mas, unplug". Yasmin's whimper, Hanafi finally let go of hers.

"After completion, play again. Look at mine, it's hardened and shiny because of your fluid". Hanafi said, grinning.

"Basic mesuuummm!". Yasmin said, disappearing from her sight.Tak forgot Yasmin, enveloping her innocent body with a blanket.

A few minutes later, Yasmin was back in the room. Apparently Hanafi, sitting leaning on the edge of the bed.

"Sit on my lap,". Pinta Hanafi, patting her groin.

Yasmin, nod your head."Once upon a time, I was tired". Her great-granddaughter who was influenced by her husband.

"Masukin, it's this style". Hanafi's naughtiness, leading hers and...

"Aaaahh.... Slow down, hhmmmmpptt...". Des-ah Yasmin, when her husband's property stuck up."Ooughhhh.." Entirely inside, his eyes crimped.

Hanafi, getting excited playing his wife's hip up and down. Yasmin, already lost energy and limp. Let her husband, who holds her role.

**************

In the morning, Hanafi fought with his cooking utensils. Yasmin, however, did not wake up.

Luckily today, Hanafi is off to work. You can serve your wife and cook for breakfast.

Don't forget Hanafi, washing his and Yasmin's clothes. It's very easy to put it in the washing machine.

Hanafi's cell phone rings, wakes Yasmin up.

(Assalamualaikum,bang Hanafi. Hix....Hicks ..Hicks ..Me, I'm in a rape bang. Please Aina,bang! Hix...Hicks.).

Yasmin was surprised to hear his friend's words. "Astagfirullah, Aina! Is it true, that you katan". Yasmin asked, still not believing it completely.

(Yasmine! This is you, where's Hanafi bang? Give him the phone, I have nothing to do with you. Because of you, prevent the Hanafi bang from coming here. Me, I'm in rape. It's all your fault, Yasmin). Caci maki, Aina.

"No way, Aina. You lie, where it may happen. 1 I want, do not disturb the peace of our household. Mas Hanafi, Kuman considers as a friend. It's all nothing more, Aina. I'm really disappointed in you, so hearty with your friend. Hypocrite you, Aina". Yasmin, she couldn't hold herself back.

"Darling, why yelling? you, it's okay". Hanafi asked, rushing over to his wife. His eyes were fixed on the phone, apparently Aina called him back.

"Aina, why do you like to bother me so much. To be honest with me, you lied about your mother. Your mother, in fact, is dead. I was wondering, to the person near your house yesterday". Hanafi firmly, his jaw hardened instantly.

(Bang, I'm in rape. Hix....Hix.... That's so bad for me, Bang. Is it because of Yasmin, preventing you from coming here. I'm scared bang, scared. Hix....Hicks.). Aina, sobbing in her cries.

"Don't be stupid, Aina. There's two people already helping your house, they're my man. You know, what they say. You purposely brought a man into the house, then I don't know? If only, I would suddenly go there. Most likely, I was trapped by you". Hanafi said, immediately disconnecting his call.

"Patience well,mas. I don't know, why is Aina like that? It's just awful,". Yasmin, shudder in horror.

Hanafi, hugging tightly into his wife's body. Giving a kiss on his face, stroking gently the cheek of the wife.