The Enchantment of the Pelintrik

Upper Lower Pening

Out of the bathroom, Beni's face looked bright, satisfied and happy. A small smile was noticed as he approached Madam Suzan who was preparing dinner.

"Cock-smile, Mom?" madam Suzan asked astonished– all the while happy because of the expression of Beni who looks hungry when she sees him.

"Where's my meal?"

"This my dear! Eat a lot to be strong hihihi …."

Beni raised next to his eyebrows, somewhat lazily responding to his wife's temptation. He was hungry, but in a real sense. Not hungry another category. For that one, he was a little treated with his own game in the bathroom.

A while passed, the two of them ate quietly interspersed with small talk about the salon's slightly declining income.

"I want to play new brand skincare, Mas! There is propolis, there happens to be my agent. She also has some BA (Beauty Advisor) in her cosmetics store–gede anyway indeed. I want to ask for help given one BA skincare to be placed here, then I make a separate place for the sale of the product. So this space is wide ... just be blocked, make your own door from the outside. How's it?"

"Hem, good too! The salon next door is a beauty shop. Brilliant that!"

Madam Suzan added, "Later to find another skincare product to make a choice. The beginning may take three kinds enough, the rest can be filled with knick knacks. Mas Beni will take care of this salon, let me take care of the beauty shop!"

"Hmmp .. ho-hoek-uk!" Beni stopped chewing, then threw the leftovers in his mouth into the plastic wrap rice.

Beni's appetite suddenly receded in mid–mual hit. The plate still leaves half a part, still enough to throw away. Somehow his wife's order stuffing chicken suddenly doesn't taste good– doesn't fit on the tongue and makes him want to vomit.

With an innocent expression in front of his wife, Beni secretly remembered Irma's fried chicken, a vegetable soup and a tucked sambal that was often enjoyed at breakfast.

Huh, remembering the ex is not a fun thing! Especially if the ex is the mother of both children.

"Not finished eating, dear? Tumben," said Madam Suzan, noticed Beni who was agitated– wiped her face like a frustrated person. "It's buyin' at the usual place, Mom! That you said was delicious. Did someone make you?"

"Yes I know this is a rooster! Just my stomach's not good, pegah, nausea too!"

"The gas in the wind, maybe! The bath is long! Yes no need to eat anymore, I made anget tea huh?!”

"No need, just sleep like that!" Beni stand up, get ready for the room, “Tell you, today was hot! It felt good for a long time in the bathroom splashing cold water under the shower.”

“I throw it away if it's not eaten again?” Madam Suzan prepared the food while watching Beni who started to climb the stairs. “I kerokin abis gini!”

“Hm, throw away!” answer Beni briefly. Still can not understand why suddenly there is nausea like when in front of the salon earlier. “Nevent need to be scraped, just a little more!”

Madam Suzan chimed in “Wait above, I washed my hands. Later I rub the same eucalyptus oil massage if you don't want scrapings!”

“OK!” Beni, according to him, brushed off the uncomfortable feeling that could not be digested. He was not catching a cold but it would be nice to let his wife take care of him in the room, in various ways so that his nausea soon subsided.

The massage was done in a joking manner. Beni was forced naked so that his wife could easily massage his entire body.

Surprisingly, whatever Madam Suzan did to Beni, it makes the man even more memorable with his ex-wife–Irma. Her damaged memory and memory seemed to return, if Irma also often did the exact same thing with Madam Suzan when taking care of her if she was dropping.

However, a professional massage by Madam Suzan that teases Beni's maleness remains irresistible! Not just massage, but everything that leads to romance and erotica.

Perhaps that is the only thing that distinguishes ex-wives and wives. Madam Suzan is much smarter at arousing her passion every day in many different ways. Even when the condition is not in the mood or less healthy though–like now.

Huh, after all which men can refuse massage style ‘petic mango’ mainstay Madam Suzan? In the situation of Beni's head is complicated because of the former's memory, Madam Suzan actually adds the head down so join the frown can not stand.

Madam Suzan giggled to see her husband wriggling uneasily. He then forced Beni to lie on his back, after feeling the clairvoyance he touched stiffened asking to be pampered. “Hihihi .. You are very confident in building, Mas!”

“You want to play pirate? I bought the equipment, Mas!” whispered Madam Suzan mischievously, while stripping off her entire outfit.

Beni shook her head, “Save for Sunday night only, honey?! Now again less mood playing for long. I'm tired ... want to sleep a little spitty tonight!”

“Yes already, I am relaxed just let me who ngedan hihihi! Later if it's already out .. 'will instantly sleep soundly!” said Madam Suzan accompanied by a giggling sound nakalnya.

After making sure that the woman who moves on his body is his wife, Beni closed his eyes to be able to focus and immediately get a release.

However, as soon as darkness appeared within the closed eyelids, Irma's face disturbed Beni's concentration.

In silence, Beni cursed at him. His heavy head was getting dizzy due to the shock to his body. And increasingly dizzy because Irma in his shadow never has that style when pleasing him.

"Mas Ben …." Madam Suzan hissed and gasped herself. He still faithfully crouched down, flexing his hips sexy, beautiful and wild. Twerking modes.

Madam Suzan's smile widened, proud to see Beni's expression of pleasure and satisfaction on her face. He only stopped when he got the big o at the same time.

"I love you!"

"Love you too!" sahut Beni slowly–nyar inaudible.

Beni fell asleep exhausted after two breaks in a short time. So too with Madam Suzan who coiled soundly. Swallow j a n g in her husband's arms.

Although he can sleep, but Beni sleeps in agitation. His dreams were bad and the dizzy pulse in his head had not diminished. Worse, he wakes up in the middle of the night to hear Irma's subtle voice calling her name.

Beni opened her eyes, blinked a few times, then shifted her body that was crammed with Madam Suzan. He covered his sleeping wife before coming down and put on all his clothes.

I don't know which demon whispered the order and forced him home!

Beni immediately stepped down the stairs and took out the shop's operational motor. He locked the door of the salon from the outside, then rushed forward his motorbike leaving his shelter during the separation from Irma.

In the room, Madam Suzan squirms lazily because of her husband's movements. Honestly he was still very sleepy, so reluctant to open his eyes to see where Beni went. If you don't take a drink, maybe her husband makes coffee for a friend to watch a ball. At least that's what he thought.

Suddenly, Madam Suzan felt the air was very stuffy and hot in the room, even though the air conditioning was normal. Later he also heard the sound of the salon's operational motorbike lit up, then disappeared in just a few moments.

“Mas Beni?” his Madam Suzan. She snatched her phone to check the cctv when she found her husband was not in the room. Footage shows Beni exiting the salon in a hurry.

Madam Suzan gnashed her molar teeth. "You won't be able to get out of here, Beni!"

Feeling the residue of mystical air that was milling around him, Madam Suzan could immediately guess that Beni left because she was affected by the spell of summoning a tribe of shamans. Her husband must have gone home to his ex-wife! Huh, it's delicious!

As a woman who can use compassion pellets with the method of lintrik, Madam Suzan is not too surprised if her husband returns to the house of his ex-wife. Beni is a spiritually weak man. It was easily fooled by any spell that attacked his body.

Madam Suzan got out of bed, wearing her full dress. He sent a message to the shaman of trust first. After that, Madam Suzan opened the nightstand drawer to pick up the cheque cards and incense.

Five minutes later, the smell of the fragrant incense stinks in the room that had just been used b e r c i n t a Madam Suzan and her howling husband.

And the pelintrik woman focused on playing the cheque cards in her hand.

CONNECT ….

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