You are my Choice

KP M II section 52

Darren's blazing eyes in the dimly lit room were like a black and wild cat, ready to pounce on anyone who accidentally stepped on its tail.

"Tell me one more time, who's fucking?" pinta Darren with a very low and heavy voice but in Rona's ears like a jungle cat roar that has agile movements, like her husband who has been standing near her.

"Mouth no adab, why people do not look at feathers, if you want to say people are still choosing a little cake, do not like this in katain.nyeremin." the woman who sat on the bed was even bathed while patting her own lips admitted to her stupidity that seemed to forget that Darren would be very scary if it was in cold and offended mode as it is today.

"What did you say?" Darren lowered his head so that his face was level with Rona's.

This time his voice was not like earlier, more relaxed but still his eyes were very sharp and made Rona close his eyes and peek a little through the slit of his eyes, peeking at the man in front of him tried to gather courage and prepare a series of words in self-defense.

"Rona dear." his cold hand stroked the wife's head, soft elusan but instead made Rona goosebumps on him.

Rona took a breath then prepared to babble quickly. "Who told Kaka to wait for me for hours, go home late and then after coming home instead of persuading me to talk to the next door neighbor! caring very much the same next door neighbor, persuade his wife who again sulks." exclaimed Rona quickly even seemed like the woman who was no longer the girl forgot the breath that should have entered his lungs, he said, made him feel bad after that.

Rona's chest rose and fell with a nose that bloomed to supply his best oxygen so that he could breathe freely.

"So who's the fuck?" the third time I asked the same thing.

Rona's cheeks bulged hearing the same question.why her husband even continues to lure her to repeat the swearing that had been smoothly he issued, he said, he had explained why he was upset to pretend to sleep but what was in the man's head was even a damn sentence that became a problem.

Though the reason behind the damn word has he explained, right? "Who?" reset Darren.

"That guy who just met the goddamn next door neighbor" said Rona, if you still do not feel too and continue to ask questions it would be better if Rona pulled the body of her husband and then pressured him to no longer ask the thing he accidentally said.

"I'm dong?" darren said then as he straightened his body.

Rona's two eyes twisted slowly, annoyed and anxious to mix into one, how could the nature of Darren turned out to be more upsetting than he knew all along, my God, it feels like Rona wants to yell in the ear of her handsome husband, saying that damn word is for her, for Darrendra!

"Udah knows it's still her name." muttered Rona heard by her husband's sense of hearing.

Without any cue Darren wildly opened the dark-colored Hoodie he was wearing leaving a deep T-shirt that was also dark in his body, then opened the clasp in his torn jeans and lowered the zipper without caring his wife was staring in surprise at him.

"I've got the safety" said Darren then took the place next to his wife wearing only boxer shorts and t-shirts.

"It looks like I want to do a lot of style tonight." whispered the sensual Darren who made Rina squeamish in shock.

"Don't be assorted sister, my usual style is still stiff" said Rona felt will not be able to meet the style desired by the husband.

"We're learning together baby, we're both new to it, but after feeling it I get hooked" Darren said in a very heavy voice.

A voice that already signifies that the man is very eager to repeat their first afternoon that they have passed in a few hours, hadn't he been willing to go around from the minimarket then to his father's house and ended up going to Papah's house in-laws to be able to get the objects he would wear today, if he doesn't do it what he has to accomplish, he'll bury his shame on his father and his father-in-law.

Rona was unable to say anything more, she began to resign and enjoy touch by touch that her husband was doing all over her limbs, landing a kiss on the curves of the body and his thin lips provoked the taste that he had felt this afternoon.

Although Bagain there still feels a little pain but Rona looks waiting when her husband is opening a small package. "We wear this first, tomorrow Papah asks us to go to the hospital" Darren said when Rona saw what he was doing.

Darren smiled very sweetly before taking a position between his wife's bodies, closing both eyes as he felt them begin to fuse.

Darren began to move after getting approval from his wife, moving slowly and for about a few minutes asking his wife to change positions.

Although confused, Rona followed, following while remembering the movements in the film she had seen before, the same movements as she was now doing with her husband.

They changed positions three times until finally Rona's voice sounded more seductive in Darren's hearing.

"Sister." exclaimed Rona as he felt the same way as earlier this afternoon, urging something to ask to come out.

Without speaking, Darren who had understood that his wife would soon return him to the starting position and moved quickly so that they could simultaneously achieve that happiness.

Everything was done and leaving only the roar of breath and an exhausted body, Darren pulled his body from the wife and sat down and pulled the thing he was wearing with an annoyed look.

"Tell Dad." murmured Darren who indeed felt that the current one was different from the one last afternoon.

"Why Brother?" rona asked, looking at her husband's astonishment.

"I don't want to wear this anymore" said Darren, then he kissed his wife's forehead.

Really the man made Rona smile for him, the man who turned out to be very perverted did not want anything to stop him when he went in there, even though only thin objects like the one he had used.

Darren went into the bathroom and cleaned the thin object with new water after throwing it into the trash.

"I make you enough" she said like an obscure person talking to a thin object that was helplessly lying in a trash can near her feet.

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