Grasping the Miss (A Waiting)
Jery won

Today it's up a chapter, but it's really long.😁

Jeff tried to be ordinary, he slightly raised his head while clearing his throat slowly, to cover his embarrassment towards Safira, his wife.

“I did pretend to forget, want to know if you still care about me,” said Jeff, and of course just reasoned to cover up the stupidity.

“Iya, believe,” Safira replied while holding back his laughter that had wanted to explode, he was a child who could be lied to.

Jeff thinned his lips, then walked to the bed and laid himself there, making Sapphira shake her head and chuckle with a look at her husband's attitude.

“Jeff, why are you sleeping again? Don't you want to sleep in the apartment? I will not stop you,” Safira said, as she walked over to her husband who closed his eyes on the bed, then he mengoel-noel Si Jery bobo handsome in the boxer there.

“You kicked me out!” annoyed Jeff, while brushing off the hands of Safira who was being naughty.

“Hei! Who kicked you out? Isn't that your own wish?” safira answered, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Not so! Lazy!” jeff replied, then bowed down, for Si Jery began to squirm and raised his head. It could be dangerous if Jery wakes up completely, can-can go berserk again and ask to be satisfied with the same Sister Sinzu.

Safira smiled mischievously, then threw herself down next to Jeff. “Entah why I suddenly want Anu ..” said Safira, while stabbing her husband's wide back.

Anu what is Fir?😅

There was no response from her husband, making Safira cluck in annoyance. “Jeff, our son wants to be in the canticle,” whine Safira again.

While Jeff who was lying face down was smiling triumphantly, then turned his body and now faced Safira. “Really? Said he didn't want?” jeff asked, looking at his wife's pretty face.

“Now want to,” Safira answered softly, and returned the gaze of her husband that always made her amazed. Slowly she drew her face closer, pulled the nape of her husband and placed a soft, demanding kiss on his lips.

Jeff did not waste the opportunity and then annexed Safira's lips greedily and passionately. And now he was on his wife's body, curbed the crazy body that always made him crazy.

“Jery, be prepared you will soon meet your bestie, Jeff's inner” to Si Jery who has stood upright challenging behind his boxer while nodding and nodding his head repeatedly.

“Jeff .. ah ..” Sapphira moaned and sighed as Jeff rubbed and twisted the tip of his chest that was still covered in lingerie that he was wearing, and Jeff's lips accessed his wife's oral cavity passionately.

Feeling hindered, Jeff tore off the lingerie his wife was wearing.

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Torn already tofu filter clothes worn by his wife with a single pull, and split into two parts.

“Jeff! Why is it torn?!” irked Sapphira, in between the pleasure, when Jeff immediately grabbed the papaya hanging savagely, like a starving baby.

Jeff did not press his wife's protest, he focused on the action.

“Sayang .. oh yeah .. please torture me even longer ...,” moaned Safira, as Jeff's lips now move in the gap of his pleasure.

Jeff played his tongue and fingers there, making Sapphira continue sighing and like a hot worm. “Oh, Yes!” Sapphira shrieked, puffing out her chest as she reached her first release. His breathing panted, his chest rose and fell, and his body felt limp for a moment as his body was hit by a surge of intense pleasure.

Then he started to position himself. “Are you ready?” jeff asked, holding Jery's neck and preparing to immerse his wife's already very wet and slippery core.

“Yeah,” answered Safira sayu, and nodded his head slowly.

Jeff began the union, slowly his own perfectly immersed in the narrow and biting property of his wife.

“Oh .. geez,” hiss Jeff, when the pleasure spatter spread throughout his joints, felt so delicious that countless. Two weeks of not making love made his wife's property back narrow, making the neck of the jery suffocated enjoyment.

Safira closed his eyes, while draping both hands on Jeff's neck, feeling the rain for the sake of a very soft rain but in making Safira continue to groan favorably.

“Jeff ... very good ..” said Safira, then pulled Jeff's nape and smeared his lips with greedy sanga.

Villages and moans sounded unpretentious in every corner of the room, and the sound of their unification tinkling jerky was heard loudly, making Jeff more eager to pound his wife, revenge for two weeks not getting rations.

“Do not expect today you can get out of bed,” Jeff said in between his activities, then he lowered his head and sipped the chest of his wife who looks very challenging.

“Do as you please Jeff, torture me today, but slowly, remember our son in there,” Safira said in between her sighs.

“Yeah, sure dear, I will do it very gently,” Jeff replied and continued to test his wife to the deepest point.

While in the dining room, Devan and Raya stared at the stairs, already memorized the habits of her daughter-in-law if not take breakfast at the dining table. “Are they tireless?” devan asked his wife.

“The name is also still the anget-angetnya, different from us who are old,” replied Raya while putting a mouthful of fried rice into her mouth.

“Hei! I am still strong to pound you until limp is not boned!” Devan doesn't accept being told old by his wife.

“Remember gray hair has started to grow on your head that, shame on the same children and grandchildren!” raya replied, simultaneously insinuating her husband.

“Honey, do not discuss it again, okay,” said Devan stopped the conversation, otherwise his wife will continue to babble and make his ears hot.

“Why not discuss?” tanya with an annoyed tone, then put the spoon and fork roughly. “Are you not aware of your mistakes during this time? I am ashamed of my son and my son-in-law!” said Raya again who could not stem his emotions.

“Raya, please, should discuss this trivial issue?” devan asked lightly, shaking his head repeatedly.

“Why do I feel sorry for marrying you? Dozens of years continue to eat the heart because of your behavior.”

“What are you talking about?! Realize not what you said, huh?!” devan said to his wife who was 35 more accompanied his life.

Raya felt free to talk to her husband, then she went from there to her room, and did not briefly go out again with a bag in her hand.

“Raya! Where are you going?!” scold Devan to his wife

“Go home to my parents!” answered Raya without looking, and continued to move her legs. Devan roughshed his hair, then chased after his wife,

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