Just take him for you
Mission completed

"Mas, there are still children." Salma dodges when Angkasa wants to steal her cheek to kiss.

"Loh, I just want to give you a look at our room. There's kids too, it's okay to just look at the room." Space deliberately walked slowly out of the twins room. He wanted to code his wife to follow him immediately.

He smiled when he heard the footsteps behind him.

"Well, this is our room." Space opened the door to his room wide.

The atmosphere of his old room, he had asked for a redecorate before they arrived. Paint the walls he replaces with brighter ones. His bed though still good he replaced it with a new one. Wardrobes, dressers to all wall displays are not the same. He did this because he did not want any specks of memory left behind from his late wife.

"Still smelly paint?"

"Eh, yes I asked to repaint it because it had peeling off before." Angkasa rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He rushes to open his closet to make sure of something. He could sigh in relief when he did not find any of Debby's belongings.

Space watched Salma who was still observing their room. This woman will replace Debby as queen in her home.

"Mass?"

"Ah, yes?" Space blinked its eyes. He was daydreaming earlier.

"There problem? I called it like I didn't hear."

"Eh, there's no. We eat first yes, you and the children must be hungry. Let your belongings and children, delivered to the same room Mr. Romli and Mbok Yut." The sky led his wife into the dining room.

The night finally happened something that awaited Angkasa and also Salma.

"The kids are asleep?" Space sat upright on the bed as soon as Salma walked into the room with a pinched smile. His wife looked simple yet graceful wearing a long negligee with bound hair.

"It." Salma leaned against the closed door. He was confused what to do next.

"Here dong." Space patted the empty side of his bed, "Eh, uh wait a minute." Space held Salma's step, he stood up and opened the closet.

Salma's eyes widened as Angkasa pulled out a purple skimpy dress. The clothes offered by her husband could not be called a dress, because it was very open and translucent.

"Then ah!" Salma folded her hands unwilling to accept the gift of Space.

"I wear it?" Space walked over with a grin on his lips.

"Do you have to wear clothes like that?" Salma looked at the grimness of the dress that had already moved in her hands. The chest part was not covered at all, there was only a translucent cloth to beautify the accent on the chest.

"Ga should, but I want to. Since the first time we met, your clothes have always been covered. I want to see you differently tonight. I'm your husband, why should I be ashamed?" While talking, Angkasa's hand began to unbutton the top of the Salma negligee.

"All right, but promise don't fuck me." He was also curious about the dress that night.

On his social media homepage several accounts sell such objects, sometimes he imagines how his body shape if he uses one of them. But for whom did he wear clothes lacking that material while still alone? Now her husband asks her to try, can not the reward make the couple happy?

Salma's mouth opened when she saw her appearance on the toilet glass. The half-thigh dress with lace around it and the thin string hanging on her shoulders was very tempting. The low chest part with transparent material leaves only the middle part that is deliberately closed faintly.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, there was no response to the door handle trying to open Space.

"Haven't? open the dong I want to see."

"Have not been used yet?" The Eye of Space searches for Salma's hidden body.

"It's, but I don't want to go out if the lights are still on." Salma closed the bathroom door before her husband pulled her out.

"All right." Space turned off all the lights in the room, "Sudaaah, hurry out, my wifeuu." The space sitting on the edge of the bed is watching the bathroom door close tightly. The dark atmosphere of the room makes it must be observant to watch the movement from inside the bathroom.

The bathroom door opened and closed quickly. Space squinted his eyes as a shadow flashed in front of him and quickly entered into the blanket.

"Well, uh really fast? You running?" angkasa asked at the dark shadow figure hiding behind the blanket, "I turn on the lights yes."

"Don't!" Salma held the hand of Angkasa who would reach for the light switch on the nightstand.

"Okeeeey, dark-eight is fine too. My hands have eyes." Space did not remove his blanket, but he joined in.

The seductive purple evening dress, has completed its task without being enjoyed by the buyer. The space that did not find a way to open it, was forced to split a thin cloth from the chest to the bottom.

"Why should it be torn?" salma protest was shocked to hear the sound of a cloth tearing on her body.

"It's hard, I've been looking for buttons or resetting, no one?"

"Indeed, his clothes were just rope. Mas Asa who bought it doesn't even know?" Salma's hand held up the split sheet of her clothes on her chest.

"I don't know, look at the best buy right away." Space's hand was trying to unravel the grip of his wife's finger clutching her shirt.

"It was good" said Salma sadly.

"Later to buy again, you can choose what you like. Such clothes are made to be broken. Come on, dong open, honey." His hand was unsuccessful, Angkasa using his lips to attack the area around Salma's chest that was open.

The twins' mother's defense collapsed. That night he let the second man after Armand touch his body.

Salma's face blushed with sweat soaking her forehead until her hair. The breaths of the two roared against each other. Space unceasingly rained down on his wife's body from all directions. After groaning and moaning almost simultaneously, the two exchanged blushing smiles.

"Why?" tanya Salma was stared at by the sharp Space with eyebrows linked together.

"Is it true that the twins are your real children?" ask Space suddenly.

"Why is the question like that!"

"I'm not sure the twins were born from here." Angkasa rubbed his wife's open stomach, "You feel like a girl," added Angkasa with a whisper in Salma's ear.

Pruning all the feathers on the nape of Salma, moreover, the hand of her husband was getting naughty and dared to go down from the stomach towards the area of her cleavage.

"The last yuk, we sleep, '" woo Angkasa.

"From earlier also said it was the last," complained Salma. But who can refuse the request of the Tanggunh fighter in bed?

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