
Ibra always looking for a sentence of refutation. Don't let the next sentence make Ayleen added kesel, he might not get rations tonight.
"Beautiful daughter, you are beautiful a lot, 1000x fold." No papa deh lebay dikit, the important thing is to make a girl melt, inner Ibra.
"Gruby."
Damn, it turns out Ayleen can't be melbay-lebay in.
Ibra was really made confused to face Ayleen who persisted. Just this once, not again, inwardly in the heart. The anger of women is as hard as the ocean. Just calm down for a moment, uh come again the waves, it's so big again, make a gasp.
"Can't see ce_emmmptt." Ayleen's sentence was cut off because of Ibra's kiss. But since the upset had not gone away, Ayleen pushed Ibra's chest until the appearance of their lips slipped.
"What the hell, Yang," Ibra chuckled softly. He had run out of words, until he finally decided to take action, but apparently it was not that easy. "I miss it." He was about to come back closer, but Ayleen first held back his chest with both palms.
"No rations for tonight."
"Ish," Ibra ruffled her hair in frustration. "Udah a month does not get rations. Let him rust if taken too long," he persuaded while pointing at his heirloom.
"Bodo is very." Ayleen was about to lie down again but Ibra prevented him.
"Come dong, once. Don't you feel sorry for her?" He again pointed at hers who had started thrashing.
"Misone is lying. Then wear a beautiful princess. Would you like to receive chocolate from the sisters again? Your mistake today 3 tablets, brother." Ayleen showed 3 fingers. "Lucky I just gave you a sentence last night just don't give rations. Shadow if 3 nights."
"Males ah shadowin, not strong, heavy."
Ayleen flicked his lips at Ibra's reply. Actually, he also wants, even since a few days ago, but too prestige want to ask first. But because today Ibra has made a sprain, he must be given punishment so as not to be repeated again.
"Please.." whining Ibra. Installing the expression of puppy eyes while cupping both palms of the chest.
"No, there's no ration for you today."
"Today, will you, tomorrow?"
"Yes," said Ayleen lazy snobs, even though he also wanted to. "Udah, I'm going to sleep" was just about to lie down, Ibra had already restrained her body.
"What the hell do you want?" hiss Ayleen. "I said today there's no ration."
"Yes, I understand too. But look," Ibra pointed her chin at the wall clock. "5 minutes to 12. It's a sign that it's changed days, not today anymore. So I can dong ask for rations," he said with a triumphant smile.
Ayleen's body immediately felt limp, why did he not think there. "I-I mean tonight."
"No, you said it today, not tonight."
"Ta_Emmmppt.." Ayleen immediately glared as Ibra again clenched her lips. This time not only his lips were targeted. The man's hand also began to misbehave, peeling into his pajamas and immediately mere mas two rubbery circles his favorite. "Slow sister, sick," said Ayleen on the sidelines of their kiss.
"illness?" Ibra stopped its activities.
"Hem," Ayleen nodded. "Several days of pain, don't know why?"
"Yes, I have been slow. Later if it still hurts, by the way." Ayleen nodded.
The two kiss back. This time Ayleen did not try to sell expensive anymore. She kisses Ibra, exchanges saliva and caresses her tongue. Deepen and demanding. Dissolved in activities that can relieve stress.
"I miss you, Ay." Said Ibra while weeding the neck, nape, to Ayleen's chest. Make a sign of ownership there after a long time the place looks clean.
"I'm also very upset" said Ayleen with a gasp of breath. Withstand the incredible favors that Ibra gave.
"Why don't you ask for kangen?"
"Shame."
"I'm sorry, I've forgotten your inner living for a month. I promise I'll make it up to you. I've been double this month." Ayleen who initially mende legitimate ease, immediately laughed. Her husband could have thought that.
"Why laugh, do you have a double smile?" ledek Ibra while holding back laughter.
"Eng_ Yaahhhh.." Ayleen's scream as Ibra suddenly bit the top of her chest.
"No, say yes" Ibra laughed. More spirit mocked and prank Ayleen. Ayleen who has been lulled in pleasure, no longer care about the ridicule of Ibra.