Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Happiest

Saint was standing in front of the stove of stainless steel material, and it looked amazing as if in a dream when I joined him in the kitchen.

"My wife is right" I said. "The baths make me fresh."

"Rubber, right, I said? Saints know best. And always be the best."

"Yep, always." I peeked into the frying pan from behind his shoulder. "Is there anything I can help you with?" My hands were already wrapped around his waist and stroking his stomach.

My sexy coke. Like yesterday, he only wears a bra, but with hot pants as his subordinate. Yesterday he said that he wanted to dress openly like the people on the beach. But shame he said open like that in public. Huh! He doesn't know that I won't let his body be seen by anyone else. Not at all.

Sacred smile. "None of them, my dear husband. Everything's under control. Don't worry, I can handle everything. Starting from the kitchen to the mattress, from the stomach, your little sister, to the whole thing that is on you. Everything must be in my hands."

Oh, wow! I chuckle. "Yes, yes, you are the best."

There's nothing I can do, right? While I sat down, Suci continued her preoccupation at the kitchen table. He cut his ham back and stared hard at his knife, his knuckles turning white while he tightened his grip. Lights from the ceiling panned down and the light reflected off the blades.

"Do you like this?" tanyakanya.

I opened my mouth to welcome a piece of ham dangling from the tip of the Holy finger and held his fingers all inside my mouth, plus tickled it with my tongue.

"You, yes, there's no end to making out loud."

"O yeah? Yes it's okay dong, pervert to his own wife. Be free."

"Mmm-hmm.. So, you really like our freedom here? We come here often if Mama's not home."

I'm nodding. "of course. Whenever you want."

A sweet smile practically expands on my wife's face. She started cooking her omelet, left it for a moment on the frying pan and walked towards me. Sit cross-legged on my thighs.

"Kiss me" she asked.

"I love you, Sexy Man. Leave a sign of love on my neck. I beg...."

Geez... It's what effect of pregnancy, huh? I sniggered to myself. And since she's my wife and I love her so much, I don't feel the slightest disgust with her behavior this is like my disgust for Stella. Well, I immediately tagged her neck with love - I mean, I added another sign of love there (after yesterday, last night, and this morning). Oh, I realize, it's routine for our sex agenda. Of course, she's an exciting wife. Fortunately he's not a doll, otherwise he could have rung in my hand.

"Happy?"

"Fantastic! Super fun!"

"alright. Your cooking could be scorched if you keep in my arms."

He smiled again, this time it looked funny. Cutely. "All right, Husband." One more kiss landed on my cheek before he let me go. "I love you so much."

Holy grabs the spatula, he flips his omelet for the last time. A moment later he attacked her and placed her on a plate. Breakfast for me was on the kitchen table, right in front of me.

"I'm sure it's delicious. That's fantastic!"

"Well! You're the base, Mas. Just tried it yet."

"The look and smell are reassuring, dear."

"O yeah? But it can't be my body's best, can it?"

I laugh. "You liken yourself to food? Hm? But it is. There is no one in this world who is wise to your body. And only I can taste you."

"Surely." He sat on my lap again, then grabbed my left hand and placed my hand on his flat belly. I also stroked him. "Papa asked to be fed. Hungry said."

I smile. And I felt happy tears welling up in my eyes.