Love and the Past
The Part 202

Salsa stretched her muscles before waking up, her deep sleep disturbed due to the sunlight that hit her face. She fumbled over the place beside him and did not find her husband.

"Azka!" salsa Mummings.

The girl did not wake up immediately, her body felt crumbled because of Azka's power last night. No matter what time she slept, her husband was not satisfied always asking for more, with the excuse of one time, but it happened repeatedly.

Azka really kept her promise, making Salsa difficult to walk. Not just the body, but the core of Salsa is painful just to move.

Even so Salsa still forced to move from his sleep to the bathroom to wash his face. Now he only wears Azka's oversized t-shirt that he took in the closet with the origin after bathing to perform the dawn service earlier.

"New cock now hurts? Last night why ...."

Blushes

Salsa's face flushed red in light of last night's events, what else as she rummaged indistinctly under Azka's confinement.

He patted her on the cheek, feeling ashamed of himself. Recalling that her husband was not in the room, the girl immediately walked out to look for him.

It took a struggle for Salsa down one by one many stairs. Once he walked down the stairs, he grimaced once too.

Her smile expands and Azka is in the kitchen. Due to the slow footsteps, the man was unaware of his existence.

Salsa immediately hugged Azka from behind, sticking her cheek right in the man's back. "Kirain really came out without saying goodbye" muttered Salsa.

Azka instantly turned around as she felt a tiny hand coiling up on her stomach. He smiled ignorantly at the red mark on Salsa's neck.

"Well, Hm? Doesn't it hurt Anu you?" tanya Azka cupped Salsa's cheeks and then kissed her lips.

"It hurts, but I'm afraid you're leaving without permission" Salsa replied to Azka's shady gaze. "Whenever in Azka's kitchen? You're not good at cooking."

"Who said, Hm? I'm smart. And now make breakfast for my beloved wife."

Azka took Salsa and sat her down at the pantry table. "Don't walk anywhere, keep the same body .. you."

"Who tried?" salsa Cibir.

"You like it too." Azka smelled a smile.

"Azka ish." Salsa covered her face in embarrassment. However, it makes Azka more aggressively teasing the wife.

"Rayhan's frequent snacks turned out to be that much fun" Azka murmured. "Darling after we eat again!" bring him.

nope

Salsa knocks Azka's head with chopsticks. "Kok got hit?" tanya Azka did not accept.

Cup

Salsa's eyes grew increasingly glared at Azka's behavior this morning. Very different from the days before. More fluid and talkative.

"Sit down, I'll make breakfast first!"

Azka returned in front of the stove to finish her cooking show. Lying if Azka is good at cooking. The guy just pretended to be armed with a video from youtube.

Azka's smile was again seen when a small hand was coiled on her plate. "Why, Hm?"

"You see" Salsa answered, hugging Azka's burly body from behind, peering slightly behind Azka's arm to see her husband's activity.

Long time both in such a position until Azka finished with his affairs. Take Salsa back to the pantry table. Azka concocted her omelet along with Bread, meat, as well as other vegetables, not forgetting the mayonnaise.

"Open Sal's mouth!" azka's orders.

With a smile Salsa opened his mouth, receiving a piece of bread layered with all sorts of Azka-made ingredients. Salsa closed her eyes as the food tasted very salty in her mouth. However, he swallowed it to appreciate Azka's efforts.

"Where? Not delicious?" ask Azka expectantly.

"Great son Ka, I like it. Again Aaaa ...." Salsa opened her mouth again, waiting for Azka to give her another piece of bread.

By finishing the bread, Azka could not taste it.

"Have me." Salsa was about to take the bread in Azka's hand, but the hunt entered the man's mouth.

In the next second, Azka turned the bread and threw it into the trash. He stared intently at Salsa who was now sitting in front of him. Both of them were very intimate. Salsa sat on the table with Azka standing between the girl's legs.

"Wheat at Sal's meal? What if you get poisoned?"

"Don't you know, I love, what else makes my husband, must be the spice of love."

"Come on Azka I'm not papa!" persuade Salsa to see the man was not as cheerful as before. "Name is also the beginning."

"This is the last time I cook" Azka murmured. "I don't want you poisoned."

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