
Chapter 92
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Victor came back when night came. He was quite upset because he had to spend dinner with his wife, several times swearing out of Victor's mouth for Vishnu who act in the apartment.
Without hesitation, Victor entered the house. But he was made astonished because the lights in the house were all extinguished.
"Has Nasywa been sleeping ?? But no.maybe." he muttered, Victor continued in his footsteps. The lack of lighting makes Victor reach into his phone to see the entrance.
Just now Victor was going to turn on the cell phone flashlight, Suddenly the light was on.
Teeg..
"heleprize..."Nasywa was in front of Victor with a small cake in his hand.
The number mark on the cake made Victor aware and he smiled
"Happy birthday to my husband.."Nasywa said happily, he kept getting closer and now right in front of Victor.
"Do you remember my birthday ??" Victor asked in disbelief.
"of course. Even though I'm old I remember.."reply Nasywa.
Victor's smile widened with his wife's joke.
"OKs. Hubby's.. Now pray your prayer.. And blow out the candle, don't sing, you're old." said Nasywa. Which made Victor again chuckle.
"All right.."Victor closed his eyes long enough and finally opened his eyes again.
"Let's blow it together" said Victor.
"It's your birthday..You're only.."Reply Nasywa.
"But you're my wife. For your prayers I can live a long and healthy life."Victor Timpal.
Nasywa was made to flower with Victor's short speech just now.
"We blow it together.." And Nasywa. Both blew out the candles at the same time.
When the candle went out, Victor hugged Nasywa tightly. Inexhaustible gratitude he extended to God, With all that he had experienced so far, Now his conversion was reciprocated with a true happiness.
"Eh.hubby, let's get a dinner shirt.. The cake you must cut. It's my own, you have to try it.."Nasywa said as she opened her arms.
Arrive in front of the dining table. There's something different. There are only two seats there. With dinner design and decoration Candle on the table.
"Honey. When did you get all this ready ??" victor doesn't believe me.
"Since noon.. I almost lost it because I thought you'd be home soon, but it turns out that Vishnu's uncle helped me, he took you to the apartment first, so I wasn't too hasty."Nasywa.
Victor, who was anxious about his wife, lightly ruffled Nasywa's hair.
"Let's sit.. And.cut kuemu..hubby.."Nasywa puts the cake in front of Victor. Victor cut the cake. Nasywa who was so enthusiastic scooped the cake on Victor.
"How ?? It's delicious no ??" Nasywa was hopeful.
"Lumayan. It seems my wife is good in the kitchen.."Reply Victor.
Nasywa looks so happy, "you taught me.."Nasywa kisses Victor on the cheek.
"Happy birthday Hubby.. May you live a long and healthy life always. I've always hoped your love doesn't die even if your age starts to age."Nasywa.
"Thank you dear.. I love you so much.. I Love You." - I.."Victor kissed Nasywa on the cheek.
A happy face was clearly visible on the faces of the two. Until dinner night they do.
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In Ani's room, Somehow began, but Now Roger and Ani are struggling. Even as if enjoying it, Ani did not realize if Roger began to undress. Only the sound of de sa han occasionally comes out of Ani's mouth when Roger down the neck of his level until the downhill Ani is quite large.
The condition of Ani's bedroom, as if adding to her martyrdom two people who were drunk by the beauty of romance and passionate desire.
Roger's clothes were scattered on the floor, indicating the man was naked. Likewise with Ani, One by one the fabric attached to the body dates with touches from Roger.
"Abhhssst..." Only that voice came out from sexy aunt Ani. His eyes were closed with all of Roger's treatment that left him lulled.
Until their unification did that night. Because they are not young anymore and have done something like that, so Roger and Ani seem to know how the position can achieve real pleasure.
sweat sweat sweat mixed into one as quickly as Roger pumping Ani, Ani's gaping mouth signifies the pleasure he has felt, until he forgot if they should not do such a thing.
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