Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 57 _________Badboy•
Altar smiled, she sent a message on Ilona's phone.
"Sir Altar," call Aisha. "Why are those smiles?" tanya Aisha squinted her eyes towards the Altar.
Altar. "There's nothing!"
Aisha simply nodded, then returned to tidying up her husband's clothes to be taken away.
The altar looks at its salvin, looking at the perfectly exported wife's neck.
"Honey," call the Altar, with its powerful voice.
Aisha haga berdehem.
"You don't want to give me strength before you go?" ask Altar.
Aisha twitched and turned towards the Altar. "What power, ultramen? Ice is not an ultramen," Aisha replied, innocently.
The altar rolled his eyes puffed. "It's like you're the ultramen that gives me strength" said the Altar, with her flirtatious face.
"Sorry, not clear!" cibir Aisha's.
Altar who began to grow furious at his wife, just pulled firmly Aisha's hand, even he could not balance his body so they both fell with Aisha on the Altar.
"Beautiful," praised the Altar, kissing Aisha's lips even to the point of picking her up so suddenly, that Aisha froze without returning the Altar's kiss, she just enjoyed it.
BRACKET!
The sound of the door opening, made a couple lying on the floor while kissing instantly turn to the source of the sound.
Altar and Aisha stared at each other.
"Omaygat, mamah don't see if please go ahead" cried Marwa closed her eyes using both hands. "Altar is better on the bed, son! Later sore," advice Marwa.
"One more time, a passion for grandchildren to mamah" exclaimed Marwa, leaving there with a carefree heart, after which she would gossip with her husband.
"Ah, papah should know!" marwa muttered.
Aisha moves from the top of the Altar, then helps the Altar wake up.
"Sha, please once again! Later we will ldran, so give brother strength," Altar request, raise down his eyebrows.
"No way!" reject Aisha walking into the bathroom, dead Altar who was lazing on the spot.
Altar ruffled her furstasi hair. "If this is not important, maybe I prefer all day in the room for simba Sama Sha," muttered Altar, kayang on the bed.
Altar smiled as she recalled the moment of the two of them. "Crazy. "The altar hit him softly on the head.
"But it's delicious!" mummified Altar.
suddenly a hand rubbed his face, making him curse inwardly.
"What's good, brother Altar?" ask Aisha.
"Sister want that skinny brother's bone broken by three? Why so rich!" chirps Aisha.
Altar who realized that he was still kayang, immediately he changed his style to sleep.
"Any," said Aisha.
"Sha," call the Altar to draw Aisha's hand.
"Sir Altar is a habit!" ketus Aisha, when her body is held tightly by the Altar.
"let's make them grandchildren" whispered the Altar right in Aisha's ear, making Aisha growl.
"And last night!" answer Aisha.
Weaving altar. "One more time!" her door, showing her cute face to Aisha.
"Not that!" Aisha covered the face of the Altar using her hands.
The altar smiled mischievously. "Come," take the Altar with the face he made, retaliating.
Aisha sighed. "There is still mamah" said Aisha.
"It's okay!"
"Ta-"
"You know what a grandiose excuse it is" between the Altar, turning his back to Aisha, hoping his wife would persuade him.
"Udah, don't take a rich baby," Aisha quipped, sneering.
Aisha shook the Altar's body.
Altar smiled, he guessed his wife would persuade him and then allow him to simba.
"There is a nelfon kak," said Aisha, making the Altar smile fade instantly.
Altar is awake. He was very upset with his wife.
He took his phone from the top of the nightstand, then glanced towards Aisha using his upset face. And the perpetrator? Feeling innocent in the least.
"Hello," said the Altar, heading towards the balcony leaving Aisha alone inside.
Altar was so happy that she even laughed, that Aisha who saw him pursed her lips.
"Don't..." Aisha paused her sentence.
Aisha grabs the Altar's phone and turns it off, Aisha jumps towards the Altar, fortunately the Altar immediately catches her body.
"Aisha wants! As long as you don't get a new one out there!"