Berondong Keborangan My Wife
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The sound******* of the two couples who were engrossed in the activity, filled the entire corner with very minimal illumination, making the room look a little dark.

The sound of moans and shouts rang out, the mark from Mila's new mouth was about to reach its peak, but before it managed to finish. The sound of the wall clock in his room shocked the two of them.

"God! It's twelve o'clock!"

Mila immediately got out of bed as did Deni.

"Why Mom! We're not done!" deni said while pulling a blanket to cover his body.

"Oh Den. My husband's coming home soon, let's get your clothes on!"

Gegas Deni got up from the bed. Then he grabbed one by one his clothes scattered on the floor.

"Quick Den!" Mila's scared. They love to make love up to three rounds. She forgot that her husband Samsul was coming home soon.

Mila and Deni quickly walked towards the door of the house.

"Before Den" whispered Mila. His eyes were watching the situation, afraid that someone might see him.

"Faith Den! Come on, spiel."

Walking to settle down, Deni returned to his house. Luckily, no one was outside that night.

Mila locked the door to her house. Dag dig dug's heart. How not. That night they both played a hot scene in a place where Mila and Samsul used to combine love.

In that bed. Samsul used to rest tired. A place where husband and wife should share stories and love. But Mila was so brave. Put another man into his private room without Samsul's knowledge of course.

He has dark eyes. His heart was covered with sin. Without weighing the taste. In the office, her husband sweated sweat looking for rupiah. While he was chatting with a man who was not his mahram. What a savage thing they both did, like animals.

After Deni came home. Soon Mila returned to the room to clean up her disheveled bed. But suddenly there was the sound of someone parking his motorbike.

Mila was shocked. He quickly ran to the door again. And sure enough, Samsul is coming.

Mila took a long breath. Thankfully, Deni was gone.

"It's a shame that I came home" said Samsul as he put his motorbike into the house.

Mila pretended like a man waking up in front of her husband.

"Dear, baby, come home," welcome Mila while tidying up her clothes that look tangled.

The exhausted Samsul immediately asked Mila to make a warm tea.

"Pake sugar baby!"

"Don't Ma. At the office, Papa drank up to five cups of coffee. Just hot tea, huh?" samsul said who was already in the room.

Samsul's eyes were instantly fixed on his messy bed. Pillows and bolsters are under the bed, bed linen is also out of place.

"Ma ... !" Samsul shouted to Mila.

"Yes Pa, what's wrong?" Mila approached her with her heart still pounding with tension.

"Here, the bed is a mess, how could Papa sleep Ma. If the mattress is a mess like this, Papa cape Mah, Papa wants to rest," complained Samsul with a face that has looked tangled because since at the office, he endured the sleepiness that afflicted him.

"Eh, yes, it's Pa. Mom's settling in, okay?"

Quickly, Mila then tidied up her bed.

His white shirt looked crumpled, his hair was like that. The look on the face of the husband who since this morning, slam bones to make his beloved wife happy.

Go home and find the bed a mess. Making Samsul who that night can no longer withstand his sleepiness. I fell asleep on the couch.

"Pa .. This is ko ..." Mila stood looking at her while holding a glass of warm tea for her husband. But Samsul was already sleeping on the sofa.

Mila then put her glass on the dining table, approaching her husband. Then she looked at her husband's face that was sleeping so hard.

On the trunk of Samsul's hair, then on her lap her husband's sweat with his negligee shirt. There was a bit of guilt in her heart because all this time she had been fooling her husband a lot.

But what power, the Inner Breath that Samsul gave did not satisfy him. He was tortured when he had physical contact with Samsul. The man who had been her husband for years. Never understood himself at all. During her relationship with Samsul, Mila never felt the release that every woman craved. Mila only felt that only when it came to Deni.

He knew what he was doing was a great sin. But as a woman, she needs it.

Mila once bought a tool that could satisfy her passion which is sold a lot online. But it also did not fully satisfy his desire.

Through friends at her gymnastics place, Mila is also often offered more powerful objects, he said. But in fact, it even causes disease for the wearer if it can not take care of him.

Almost all of Mila's gymnastics friends also wear it because of it, it seems not a secret anymore among the lonely mothers who often live in her husband's service.

Until finally. Mila meets Deni. The young man he knew through social media. With Denise. He felt the pleasure of heaven.

With Deni he seemed to return in his teenage years first. Deni made her forget everything. Even though the man is unemployed. But it's not a problem for Mila. Because for her the abundant money given by her husband is not so meaningful, if her husband can not give what all these wives want. That is a warm Belai of a man and a spoiled woo.

And that, he did not get from Samsul. The man was too busy with his work. Forget Mila who thirsts for the desire of love.

Clear liquid dripped in both corners of Mila. He then buried his face in Samsul's chest and the two fell asleep on the sofa.

Her morning. Samsul blinked a few times, before he finally gasped in surprise.

"Ma! What time is it?" Samsul got up from the sofa, glancing towards his watch. Time has shown at eight in the morning.

Samsul walked to the bathroom. Finish bathing Samsul directly into the room wearing a shirt and pants neatly.

"Pa. Where you going?" Mila was standing before him.

"This mama how the hell! Papa has to go to the office, why don't you wake up Papa!" samsul said while combing his hair.

"Pa. Couldn't. Just for a day, take Papa's time for Mama" complained Mila with a clear face.

"Darling, I'm doing this for you" Samsul pleaded, pinching Mila's nose.

"Enough!" Mila brushed off Samsul's hand.

Samsul was shocked.

"Hey! What's the matter? Why is Mama angry!" tegur Samsul looked at the astonished face of his wife.

"Don't know, what does Mama want? Mama doesn't want any of this Pa! Mama wants Papa .. hisk .. hiks ... " Mila suddenly cried while embracing her husband.

Samsul was silent for a moment.

"What does Mama mean?"

Mila tightened her embrace on Samsul.

"Papa has given Mama everything, that's enough. Mom thanks Papa. But give Mama a chance to serve Papa. Papa is overtime almost every day. Mama also needs Papa .. hiks .. hiks ... " Mila whines on Samsul's shoulder until Samsul's shirt is wet with Mila's rushing tears.