Mother to My Children
Chapter 108

"Ih naughty," said Syafira rubbed Bara's cheek which is now right on her shoulder. One kiss Syafira landed on that cheek later.

"What's the problem seriously?" ask Syafira. She could feel her husband's heavy breathing.

"Seriously enough, it seems like someone is secretly betraying. Emm, I'm paying attention to this size is getting bigger, baby. More firmly in the grasp of the mas," his hands have guerrilla in the chest of Syafira.

"The greater is also because of the work of Bara gold," said Syafira.

"But seriously dear, you seem to be getting plump, fuller," Bara immediately kissed Syafira's neck. The problem he is facing is quite heavy, he needs a little refreshment.

"You mean, I'm getting so fat?" ask Syafira annoyed. "But I think I'm gaining weight, snacking on it. Last time the biscuits that Mia brought almost half of me finished. Eaters continue, must diet like this," he added. Was-was also if fat, can Bara glanced at other women, he thought.

"I'm fat, fat, fat right," he asked again. Feeling no confidence. If she used to be indifferent, but now different, her husband has seen all the curves of her body, will be embarrassed if her body shape is not good anymore.

"No, just more sexy, more immediately he saw. Moreover, this, how to get faster well," Bara again crept Syafira's chest from outside his clothes. Bara feels lately Syafira is very sensitive, irritable and parno himself.

"Mas ahh, I have to continue working again," said Syafira, if long there can be clear thinking.

"This is also work, nyenengin husband, can be rewarded again," Bara directly gripped the lips Syafira. His hands began to remove one by one the light blue blousa buttons that Syafira wore.

"Guard again, mas again pep, can you?" Bara asked Syafira's approval to do more. Syafira turned to the door, afraid that someone would suddenly come in when they made love.

Bara immediately picked up the remote and closed the entire room with the curtains and the door automatically locked, "Safe," he said with a grin.

Syafira immediately pulled the nape of her husband, they clenched each other and wrapped their tongues around each other. Bara lifted Syafira's waist up to sit down to the table without taking off their hot kiss.

A month in the office, Bara is tough enough to resist doing it in the office. At most pol he just smelled and fumbled. However, this time she really needed it and Syafira could not resist, if her husband had wanted it.

The smell of embers moved to the ears and ended up on the neck of the Syafira level, making Syafira more vibrate, "Mas sure you want to be here?" syafira asked, serving her husband in the office made her a little anxious. Her innocent mind was too scared, even though the door was locked, it was strange she thought.

"Mas can't wait until you get home, baby, can you?" once again Bara asked for Syafira's approval. If Shafira refuses, she will force.

Syafira nodded resignedly, he was also on, eager to feel the paton patu. Bara smiled and then led him to the sofa, "Here is more comfortable," said Bara, he again sipped the lips that became the candlestick. Her lips moved to the chest that was felt as Bara got bigger and seductive, like a melon. Sipping the chewy objects alternately greedily without removing the blouse that Syafira wears, only the braanya hook that he releases considering this in the office, he must play beautiful and fast. Not waiting for long, Bara's hands have infiltrated into a span skirt that is length below the knee. Once pulled, he managed to pass the black-colored cd belonging to Syafira. Playing his hand on the sensitive area of Syafira for a while, his lips continued to clench the lips of syafira without pause, only occasionally removing the pagutannya just to breathe oxygen. The coal hand game succeeded in making Syafira reach its peak the first time.

Syafira nodded, helping Bara remove the buttons on her shirt. He felt the chest of Bara field which made him always swallow his saliva if he saw it. His hand went down the chest, down to the stomach and ended up in the hook of the trousers that Bara was wearing. His hands quickly helped to degrade the trousers of the material, until the remaining colored boxer was in line with the cd that Syafira wore. Last time I saw the thing behind the boxer was last night, but Syafira felt weird when she saw it last night.

Syafira felt and crept the python that had been upright beriri from behind the boxer, making Bara groan favorably. If only at home, he would have asked Syafira to serve the python with her mouth. Several times taught, his wife was already clever to make him addicted.

"Now yes, in the rush of time because of it," Bara immediately dropped the boxer he was wearing, and.... "Hoek..," Syafira immediately shut her mouth. Just like last night, he was nauseous seeing the python. Is it because he is not feeling well, thought Syafira. His body has been feeling a little less fit since yesterday.

Bara's forehead immediately frowned, staring at the syafira who was covering his mouth "Why dear? You sick?" tanyanya.

Syafir shook his head, "No, that's okay," she said, if I'm honest, I'm quick to say that the python could be offended by her husband. It was her husband's pride.

"Hurry in!" Syafira pulled her sponge skirt slightly upwards, the sooner it sank the better she thought. He did not have to wait to see it.

Bara continued to sway back and forth beautifully, he changed the position of Syafira behind him and held on to the sofa. He re-entered the narrow cave, then moved back.

In the middle of the hot game, suddenly the door was knocked, making Syafira who sighed immediately clenched her mouth. They both looked at the door.

"Young master, are you inside? There's something I want to say," a voice om Jhon spoke loudly from outside.

" more riding, uh nanggung om, fifteen minutes more om here again," said Bara yelling.

Om Jhon scratched his head that did not itch. What rider? A horse? The nanggung? Tough sin? He shook his head not understanding. But do not want to be too kepo, he also left the room.

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