Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 4a

CHAPTER 4a

Anggi sat on the edge of the bathtub after finishing with the ritual of cleaning himself while flipping through the knee-length red dress without arms which again labeled VN Fashion.

If Juna mentions a double penalty, it is certain that this brand of clothes should be worn. Instead of asking to wear lingerie, Juna instead often ordered her to wear a dress made by VN Fashion before moving on to bed punishment. Although unusual, Anggi just thinks Juna's sexual fantasies are a bit strange.

Look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Anggi lowered the bathrobe that wrapped the body. Staring at himself then rubbed shoulders and collarbones that are now more visible to the surface. Her mother called her Kurusan.

"You must be strong, Anggi. What Mas Juna said was not wrong, there was nothing free in this world," his great-grandson encouraged himself.

Anggi is not hypocritical. Sincere love is coveted by everyone in every marriage bond, but living life still costs money, not just love. Moreover, the care of his mother is not cheap. The best grade hospital expense bill numbers sometimes give him goosebumps. Once the usual bill is paid once a week, the nominal is equivalent to his salary as an employee at Royal Textile in a year.

Soon Anggi was wearing the red dress. So fitting wrapped curves of his beautiful body. The hair also does not forget the touch of perfumes mixed. After all Juna only considered him a private j*lang who served for the facilities provided to him. It's wet, better take a shower.

"At least, Mas Juna always gives you a chance to make you org*sme first and it's not too bad is it?" his great-grandson again comforted himself before pulling the bathroom doorknob.

Juna sat leaning on the bed as Anggi came out of the bathroom, focusing on the gadget in hand until his eyebrows wrinkled, no matter what he saw. The fragrance of vanilla perfume mixed with musk which was Juna's favorite filled the olfactory room along with a feminine voice calling her name.

"Mas Juna," said Anggi clumsy while squeezing the end of the dress he was wearing. He still remembered how scary Juna's expression was when he punished him some time ago.

Juna looked up to hear his name being called, stunned for a moment scanning Anggi from head to toe and instantly smirked in satisfaction. Juna does not deny, Anggi has a s*x appeal that is very easy to make it ignited desire.

Without even a look at the lingerie, a sexy aura emanated from his wife and Juna admitted it. Beautiful hair, cute eyes, lips are equipped with a chin split faint also body Spanish guitar notched attached to daksa Anggi is indeed charming.

His maleness instincts assumed. What's wrong with uniting with a woman who has the status of his wife? Rather than fouling yourself looking for a peddler. Not about love, but about physical needs. Until now the eyes of his heart were always blind, belied those in his grasp and continued to long for the impossible.

"Come here." Juna patted the mattress next to him and put the phone on the nightstand near the sleeping lamp.

Submissively Anggi ascended. Without any cue Juna pulled it and placed it on his lap made Anggi scream in shock. Juna fingered the smooth surface of the red dress fabric fibers that wrapped the body of Anggi like gift paper. Her dark brown iris instantly darkened.

In Juna's eyes imagined that now sitting on his lap was Viona, the dream woman who could not be his. His obsession with Viona has not faded even though it was not as big as before. Even Juna often buy clothes from VN Fashion boutiques that are the result of Viona's designs for Anggi to wear them. Making the beautiful woman with my eyes is a puppet of her imagination. Totally b*jangan. Juna knew his actions were a jerk and chose not to care as long as his heart was satisfied.

"Give me your warmth, dear," his his hiss demanded with a hunting roar and then grabbed Anggi's lips. Tucking his lips deeply scatters passionately. Close each other as the beginning of a long smelting that will probably last all night.

Juna began to move quickly floundering impatiently in pursuit of enjoyment at the end of the race. Anggi strengthens the heart, desperately not to involve feelings in hot melting that is oscillating the dispute. And when Juna reaches the peak of the desired romance, Anggi tries to pay attention to hearing.

"Vionaaa ..." sigh Juna long full of pleasure before collapsing on Anggi's body which now specifies a clear circle from the corner of the eye.

TB

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