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Basofi who had been pretending to sleep suddenly pulled Aya until the woman who had become his wife fell on her lap.

"Emmhhh!!! ... koko!!!" Aya shouted while rubbing her face that was hit by splashes of water. Realizing part of his body was above Basofi's body with his feet still on the bathroom floor he swallowed his own saliva. Hurriedly he got up because his heart was beating fast. Though every day close to each other even they had felt each other but Sofiyah panicked once. More precisely awkward and wrong behavior.

' why does it feel like dag dig dug ser like this?' Inner Aya while holding on to the lip of the bathtub intended to stand but her body could not move because Basofi hugged her waist tightly.

"Came....!" Babas' voice sounded hoarse as it held the turmoil.

Sofiya had her face flushed red when she realized that something was under her body that was starting to harden and only this time did she feel something like that. While Basofi leaned his head on the back of the wife while feeling her manhood began to wake up and squirm.

A few moments both just silence each other neutralize each other's heartbeat, whose voices are simple to kick the rhythm of curiosity and want to look deeper.

"Ko...."

"Yes....! I took a shower like you asked. Now what else do I have to do so that you will not be disgusted by my body? Do I have to have skin surgery to touch you?" Basofi still hid his face behind Sofiyah's back.

The wife began to get carried away and began to realize the sincerity of her husband.

"What is a regular koko like this?" Asked the woman who was still fully dressed as she glanced at the husband.

"meaning?" Babas pulled his head and now looked at the face of Sofiyah who was sitting on her confession.

"Coko used to shower like this with the girls?"

"Well, I'm sorry for my past. I can't change it, but I'm so sorry. I apologize for my actions that often hurt your heart. I'm sorry. Can we not talk about the past? It will only hurt our hearts. Now I just want to improve myself and spend my future with you....." Babas expressed his heart with regret and hope.

Sofiyah was still pecking on Basofi, not reacting, making the husband keki.

"Come....." Basofi swallowed his saliva. Prepare yourself because it looks like the wife has not been able to accept herself with a spacious chest.

Aya moved to stand up and walk away making Babas sad and could only look at him with a heavy sigh.

By removing her embarrassment, Sofiyah took off her hijab and put it in a basket of dirty clothes. Basofi swallows his saliva back. Wonder what the wife will do. He waited with his heart pounding.

Sofiya stepped closer to Basofi then scooped the flowers with her hands and washed them on the body of the man who had become her husband.

"Brake!" Sofiya said to her husband who did not blink looking at her.

Basofi hurriedly closed his eyes with a faint smile. Do not want his wife who has started to open up to feel embarrassed and do not continue his intentions.

Sofiyah rubbed her chest and Basofi's back with the flowers in the bathtub.

"Yes..." Babas answered by closing his eyes. Feel the sensation that makes the fur of the romance bristled because of the touch of the idol of the heart.

"Who bought it?" Ask Aya again.

"Mikail" replied Babas.

Sofiyah then continued rubbing Babas's left arm then on the right. Continue by rubbing Basofi's lips again.

"Come....." Basofi looked at the face of Sofiyah who was in front of him. Their distance is very close only a few inches but Basofi is still afraid to start.

"Hem... "Jawab Aya without looking at her husband's face. Pretending to be focused on cleaning the lips of the husband when his heart is also groggy uncontrollably.

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Your clothes are wet, Ay...." Basofi ventured to reveal Sofiyah's hair covering her eyes. She tucked it behind her ear and Sofiyah did not turn her hand away. That means he's not resisting.

Basofi immediately stood up to make Aya's eyes widen and immediately looked away.

"Shop....!!!!" He threw the petals of the flowers still in his hand towards Basophi.

"Well, you should rub it with the flowers. Why can you forget it" Basofi said, hugging Sofiyah from behind and pointing his gun at her so that she could feel her bravery ready for battle.

Aya was confused by Basofi's words but she no longer wanted to avoid him. His soul was also struggling to feel the unusual.

Hurriedly Babas carried his wife and entered the bathtub together before Aya changed his mind.

"Clean this one so that I can be a clean and holy man" he said whispering in the ear of the wife who was now sitting in front of him while pointing Sofiyah's hand at her crucial item.

"No!!" Sofiyah was stung by shock because she held the pride of the men. He immediately raised his hand then reflexively pinched Basofi's arm.

"Ouch..." Basofi pretended to complain for more sympathy.

"I'm going out I'm cold..." Said Aya while trying to get out of the bathtub.

"I help freelin" said Basofi who had managed to remove all buttons owned by his wife without being realized by the wearer.

Basofi wastes no time. He immediately moved so that Sofiyah would not reject him. Finish what's already on the edge of his head. Complete his desire in the bathroom, under the rustling shower that is draining warm water without force at all. Both give and take.

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Wes mari wes mari wes.... !!! not ditotokno. Just get here, pemirsahhh!! Next please practice it yourself with her respective husband. Let it be plong and his breath does not sting anymore.🤭🤭