Hoshi, My Tiger
Bagas and Safira at the Hotel

Sapphira felt her sleep piqued when a hand rubbed her head gently. It felt like the Daddy was wiping him as a child but because of Nathan's busyness, Safira could no longer feel.

"Dad, still sleepy" the beautiful girl muttered as she raised her blanket.

"I'm not your daddy" whispered a voice on the side of Safira's ear made the girl startled then turned around and her face glared in disbelief at seeing Bagas smiling smirk without a single bed shirt with her.

"Luck!" safira shouted furiously and unconsciously herself too to the edge of the bed and before Bagas grabbed her hand, the girl fell down.

"Astaghfiullah! The fira!" Bagas was pulled down from the bed directly approached his beautiful wife fell.

"Dwl! It hurts!" whining while rubbing pan*tatnya.

"Oh Allah, Fira. How can you fall anyway?" Bagas then carried the slim body of his wife who had been strangled surprised his body felt floating.

"Oom.N..." Bagas. "Mas Bagas anyway... I'm surprised" Safira said, as she was a manyun.

Bagas put the white-skinned body slowly and his eyes stared at the simple nightgown worn by Sapphira.

"Then this shirt?" tanya Bagas was confused.

"Why is that why?" safira asked confused while still wiping the pan*tatnya.

"Non't you wear the one I love?" Bagas placed his body on the side of Sapphira.

"I. forgot to take it" said Safira who made Bagas squeak his eyes judes.

"You're it!"Bagas then approached Safira.

"Eh the Oom...What do you want Bagas?" ask the girl to panic.

"See your pan*tat! Where's that sick?" Bagas advanced his body to look at the back of his wife's body and casually she pulled up Safira's nightgown which showed the smooth white solid pan*tat beginning to blush.

"Oh my goodness, just fall so red?" kekeh Bagas whose hands began to wipe the solid chunks belonging to Sapphira.

"Eh? Mas Bagas meshum!" safira protests that objected to her body parts were held by foreign men. Uh wait a minute. This foreigner is not my husband? So can you hold on?

Unexpectedly Sapphira, Bagas kissed the red pan*tat. "Let's get well soon."

Safira gawked and laughed. "Which way there's kissed instantly cured?"

"There was. Surely it will soon be healed."

Safira shook his head amusedly with Bagas' theory. "Mas, it should be rubbed using thrombophobes or Vicks not diciumi. That's mah mode Oom-oom meshum only."

Bagas eroded the distance between himself and Sapphira until the two faced each other. Sapphira's greenish-blue eyes seemed to twitch quickly as her heart was pounding staring at Bagas' increasingly smelly black eyes.

"My beautiful Clumsy" whispered Bagas in a hoarse voice.

"Huh?" Safira barely recognized her own voice.

"You know, Fira. I'm not sure I can get you given how tight Opa Javier is" Bagas said with his left hand rubbing Safira's hair while his other hand began to unscrap his wife's nightgown.

"I wasn't a good man before, Fira but I tried to be the best man for you, a husband, partner, and father-to-be to be proud of both you and our children."

"Kids?" paro Safira who did not realize his clothes had been detached somewhere because of the model of his nightshirt rope tied to the shoulder.

"Yes children" said Bagas, kissing Safira's forehead, then down to his nose and finally his peach-colored lips.

Bagas Melu*mat those sweet lips and do the French Kiss like they did in Singapore but this time they are already with halal status so there is no fear or worry about getting grebek.

As a former player, Bagas knew how to make a woman can feel the favor and this time his wife who he explored his sensitive points.

"Mas Bagas" whispered Safira on the sidelines of the village*Hannya.

"What dear?" ask Bagas between his kisses.

"I'm..."

"I what?"

"I like to be kissed like this" whispered Safira with her eyes closed. Bagas smiling smirk.

"I love you Safira" whispered Bagas by his wife's ear.

Bagas also tried to enter his junior which made Safira surprised.

"Eh? How's it entered?" panicked protest.

"Yes put dong Safira. Look, yours is already so wet."

"Huh? Wait a minute, I have to think of it as a process. mmmppp" Sapphira's lips were covered with Bagas' lips and the girl gasped when hers was pierced by her junior Bagas.

Her hand gripped Bagas' shoulder until her pretty nails pierced her husband's arm.

"Gosh Sapphira! I like yours" racau Bagas.

Safira tried to inhale oxygen a lot because he felt sick and linu but over time he felt what was called inter*course. A pleasure that releases and increases dopamine, epinephrine and endorphins.

Bagas knew his wife was still very innocent so he tried as gently as possible but seeing how sexy Safira, the soul of the player came out as well.

"Sorry baby, but you are very sexy" said Bagas raucous and began to warn rather rudely.

Towards dawn it was Bagas and Safira unboxing without any interference from Safira's evil cousins because Bagas had turned off his phone and Safira's phone.

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Safira woke up with a sore body let alone dawn earlier, Bagas only gave a short rest but after that they did it again.

Safira smiled smirk. There's a plus point to having an ex-player husband because he's more experienced. Safira even learned to know where the sensitive point of her husband who instead he mentioned his Latin in anatomy and of course made Bagas glare when Sapphira was above him.

"Safira! We're not in an anatomy lecture room let alone a post-mortem!" namel Bagas while laughing saw his wife's face reddened.

"All of you learn, mas" replied Safira manyun.

Safira smiled to herself at the love speech of her fierce, judes but adorable husband.

The beautiful face turned towards her husband who was still sleeping peacefully while hugging himself from behind was extremely possessive.

Sapphira stroked Bagas' burly hand and took it and began to kiss him. "My husband, Oom meshum and the pedophile" he cheered.

"Hhhmmmm" muttered Bagas at the nape of Sapphira. "Meshum and pedophile?"

"Why are you awake? Let's go to sleep again!"

Bagas. "Morning clumsyku."

"Afternoon Oom! It's 12 o'clock!" sulk Safira while pointing towards the digital clock on the nightstand.

"Oom again?" pendelik Bagas's. "You want to punish you?"

"What do you want to be punished for?"

"Mandi together!"

Safira. "Mode bin Meshum!"

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