My Cold Husband Is Gentleman's
18. WHAT SOAP?

Akbar sighed softly and looked at Bimo with his flat gaze.

"if you use my bike, it's up to you to return it when. Don't resist! You're gonna make me hard!" akbar said firmly while glancing at his wife gave the code to Bimo, if his wife would continue to force himself if Bimo did not accept the request of his wife.

Bimo scratched his non-itchy nape scratch. The sharp gaze of the eagle that his boss had pointed at him made Bimo unable to express his protest to his boss. So inevitably he must be forced to accept the offer of his boss's feet.

A cold chill pierced Bimo's skin as Akbar looked at his assistant with a sharp look. Bimo cleared his throat slowly to expel his nervousness when he was stared at like that by his superiors.

Currently there are only Bimo and Akbar both who are standing in front of the door of the minimalist house because Keylin is taking the keys of her husband's motorbike in a drawer close to his middle room for her husband's secretary that's.

"This" Keylin said and handed the key to Bimo after he opened his garage.

Bimo took the key with his head bowed and his body bowed.

"Em thank you very much Mom" Bimo said with a clumsy smile that Keylin replied with a nod of his head and a warm smile.

"You can take it yourself, right? There is only one motor. You can take it right away" Akbar said as he pointed his finger at the trunk.

Bimo's eyes followed the direction of his boss' finger and immediately made him gawk when he found out what motorbike was listed in the boss' garage.

This isn't wrong, is it? Inner wonders.

"An-anu Sir. This is a serious Mr minjemin motor sport? Isn't there a regular bike for me to take home?" bimo said clumsily and scratched his non-itchy head.

"Didn't you see? There was only one motor there. Can you stop protesting? You can take him wherever you want. If you need to, you don't have to give it back to me if you want!" said Akbar with his flat face with a tone intonation that sounded very lazy.

Keylin pinched her husband's hand tightly when he saw Akbar's expression that looked indifferent while talking to his own secretary.

Makes Akbar instantly grimace in pain when pinched like that by his wife.

"Sh hurts Key" heed Akbar and rubbed his slightly flushed hands.

"I'm sorry for my husband's disrespect. You can just take it and one more.. You don't have to go back to the office. You better just go home, it's okay tomorrow you go to the office on my husband's motorcycle. Is it not mas?" keylin said and emphasized the intonation of his voice when saying the word "yes right mas?"

Akbar said he did not like his wife's behavior. He looked at Bimo with his gaze flat.

"Hn it's up to you" Akbar replied in his lazy tone.

"Mas!" peeked Keylin and scowled annoyed when he heard her husband's answer.

"Em anu sir, I'm sorry. Thank you very much for the loan. I'm leaving first sir, Mom. Thanks again, Mom. Good night" said Bimo decided on the debate between the two creatures and hurried away from Keylin and Akbar, stepping into the garage of his boss' house.

"Ish basic Mas ngeselin!" cynical Keylin and left Akbar who was still faithful standing at the door of his house.

Akbar shook his shoulders indifferently as he saw the sulking action of his wife.

He nodded his head as Bimo, his private secretary honking his motorcycle horn towards him. It was a sign that the man was saying goodbye to her.

Akbar took his foot to the fence. The man closed the gate of the fence of his house after his car had been inserted into the garage of his house.

He stepped his long legs into the house when he made sure that everything was locked tightly.

Akbar opened the door of his house that looked empty because it seemed like his wife had entered his room.

The flat-faced man put his suit and briefcase into any place after he got into his room.

He sat his tall body on the sofa in the room himself and Keylin while loosening the tie of his tie that slightly strangled him.

The splashing sound of water coming from the bathroom, made him know that his wife was cleaning her body.

Cclek

The bathroom door opened, making the blueberry scent that Keylin was wearing instantly blur in the room.

Keylin sighed softly as she looked at her husband's coat and bag strewn across the floor and sofa.

She picked up one by one her husband's clothes and briefcase scattered and put them where they should be.

Keylin opened her wardrobe to prepare her husband's change of clothes and placed them on her bedroom bed.

The woman walked towards her husband and occupied herself right next to him.

"Mandi gih Mas's. Mas's body already stinks the thing" said Keylin with a smile and untied the tie that had shackled her husband's neck for hours.

Akbar let Keylin do it all. He just looked at his wife's face carefully who was releasing the knot of his tie that had been attached to him since this morning.

"It is" said Keylin and put her husband's tie on the table next to the sofa in his room.

Keylin turned his assistant and looked at her husband with a gentle look

"Mandi gih Mas" tell him again.

"In a moment" said Akbar slowly and looked at his wife with a gaze that Keylin could not read.

"Hn a little bit" said Akbar and brought himself closer to Keylin while drowning his head in the recess of his wife's neck and hugging his wife's waist tightly.

Keylin returned the hug and stroked her husband's wide back and dense hair simultaneously.

The woman secretly smiled at her own smile when she saw her husband's action that was too sudden for her.

She m*ndes*h slowly, trying to hold back the tingling sensation that was tickling her neck when her husband tried to sniff the neck of his fingers, he said, because he is currently wearing a long dress shirt whose collar is quite low.

"Mas don't kayak that, ticklish" Keylin sizzled and gently squeezed her husband's clothes.

"Hn" replied Akbar who was still faithful to drown his face in the niche of his wife's neck.

"What soap do you use? Why is it so fragrant when I kiss?" akbar asked faintly and continued the activity of sniffing on his wife's neck.

"Engh it... Just plain soap that I often buy in the supermarket" Keylin said in a voice when her husband began m*ncium and swiped her neck.

"Engh Mas stopped" said Keylin and gently grabbed her husband's hair.

Akbar stopped his activities and raised his face and looked at his wife's face that was slightly flushed due to his actions.

The man rubbed his wife's neck right where he put a mark on her neck.

Akbar stared at Keylin's face with a very difficult look. A flash of passion immediately appeared in his body when he heard his wife's voice that was quite sensual in his ears.

Akbar stared at Keylin's lips carefully while gently rubbing them, making Keylin instantly bristled at him.

Keylin turned his eyes away from her husband's intense gaze. He squeezed both his hands slightly wet from the nervousness that was approaching him.

"Mas" Keylin's great-grandson and ventured to look at her husband's eyes.

Akbar did not answer his wife's words. Right now he is only focusing on the object he is elus-elus since a few seconds ago.

He looked at Keylin's face with a gentle look and brought his face closer to his wife's.

And cup

Immediately Akbar's soft lips landed on the keylin's lips perfectly. Make the owner immediately round his eyes when getting the sudden treatment.

"Engh" muttered Keylin when her husband was****** his lips softly.

Keylin squeezed both arms of her husband as he kissed her more and more by kneeling.

Akbar pressed his wife's head slowly and clung tightly to her waist so that she would not let go of her c*um.

After almost a minute and a half, the man finally let go of his wife's just** when his second breath is getting thinner and thinner.

Akbar gently rubbed his wife's lips that slightly swelled up because of his actions and looked at her with a full gaze.

"Why is this so sweet?" asked Akbar who was still watching Keylin's face which was still slightly flushed and panting because of his actions.

With breath still hunting, Keylin turned his eyes away from the gentle gaze of the husband when he heard something so embarrassing for him.

He threw his face aside as the shame that had already begun to bully his heart all over the place.

Akbar brought his face back closer and drowned his face in the recesses of his wife's neck as he saw so much access after she put her own face aside.

He himself dipped back the neck of his wife who felt a little wet because of the former saliva earlier.

The man bit his wife's neck slowly and sucked it a little strongly so that she grimaced a little in pain.

"Shs sick Mas!" hissing Keylin and squeezing the nape of her husband quietly.

Being treated like that instead of making himself stop even makes himself more excited and Akbar also close his lips to Keylin's ears.

"I want to ask for my rights tonight. Can I?" whisper Akbar to the point and kiss gently behind his wife's ears.

Keylin rounded his eyes when he heard this. A red spray instantly appeared on both of her cheeks upon hearing her husband's question which was so embarrassing to her.

"Ma-Mas" said Keylin, stained with bricks as Akbar's hands began to creep behind his back

"Can I?" whispered Akbar once again who this time kept his face away from the niche of his wife's neck and looked at keylin with his sexist gaze.

Keylin squeezed out her own dress, bowing her head as she was stared at like that by her husband.

Keylin raised his face after a while later when his courage had already begun to gather in his heart.

Slowly he nodded his head slowly and answered with a voice that sounded very slowly in Akbar's ear.

"Thank you" said Akbar and gently kissed his wife's forehead and began their first night.

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