My husband Gemulai
Sleeping together?

Emanuel is enjoying the service of his wife. Ema raised her head while groaning favorably as she was about to reach release and she immediately took off her shirt and pulled Fika's hand which was holding the eagle. Then, he smothered the mouth of the eagle who would spew hot lava with his shirt.

"Huh." Ema took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then she moved out of front of her wife and re-butted her pants, then she threw the shirt in the trash. While Fika tidied up her messy clothes.

"Thank you, Yank" said Ema, as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Fika.

"Yes," Fika replied with a shy smile, then cupped her reddened face.

"Ih, ashamed," led by Ema, then hugged his wife from the side and kissed Fika's blushing cheek.

"Obviously I'm embarrassed, this is the second time I've helped you pee well," Fika piqued her lips in annoyance. Perhaps her husband was hurting her.

"Cie, that's not plain." Ema was getting more and more attached to her wife.

"Nue! I'm angry at you." Fika hit Ema's arm slowly and pursed her lips in annoyance.

"Yes, sorry to joke around." Ema put her arms around his wife's shoulder, then she kissed Fika's cheek affectionately.

"Nue, can I ask you something?" asked Fika, looked up and then kissed her husband's firm jaw.

"May darling. Just tell me," Ema replied, getting her hug hardened.

"I suddenly wanted to eat a fruit salad" said Fika, as she stroked the chest of the plump Ema field with anxiety.

"I'll order you later, yes" replied Ema.

"But I want you to make it," Fika pinta pleaded. "This is a junior request, I crave," explained Fika, making Ema exhale violently. Where can he cook? Especially making salad? Cook the boiled noodles just gosong.

"Honey, tap—"

"You don't love me anymore, do you?!" ketus Fika, then let go of the hug violently.

"Eh, it's not like that. But ... Yes come on, I will try to make it for you," said Ema, persuading his wife not to be angry.

"What fruit salad do you want?" ask Ema, get up from her seat and walk towards the wardrobe and pick up a black t-shirt and put it on.

"Fruit cucumber, jicama, lemon water, plus using cassava chips and mayonise the same sauce," replied Fika, making Ema stupefied and astonished.

"Where is that salad kayak, Yank? You're making a shit up." Ema shook her head and she did not get out of thought with his wife's strange request.

"If you make it, please," asked Fika and showed her cute face, making Ema resigned and obey the request of the pregnant woman.

"Yes, but if it's not good don't protest," said Ema, then she walked over to Fika and held Fika bridal style.

"Yes, take it easy" replied Fika, then put her hands around Ema's neck, then she dipped her husband's cheeks in anxiety.

"Bucin you huh?" ledek Ema, while bringing Fika down from the stairs.

"How can I not be so cute if my husband is handsome, rich, kind and sweet like this," praised Fika, making Ema feel flying to the air.

"Uh, you're so sweet, so can't bear to eat you," said Ema, then he kissed his wife's lips at a glance.

"Fasting first, BOSS," said Fika, reminding her husband.

"But, if you hold it, yes?" Ema said while smiling pervertedly.

"Where did you first hold it?" Fika asked back.

"Yes it's the twins and the tunnel" Ema said, glancing at his wife's two assets.

"Yes, but no more than that" replied Fika, smiling, making Ema cheer up.

"Take it! It could be a big baby too, dong." Ema pulled down her eyebrows, and now she's sitting Fika in the dining room.

"You are in love and ask for the heart." Fika raised her lips in annoyance, making Ema laugh then she lowered her face and informed the sweet lips that had become her candlestick for a while.

"The satisfaction of the husband is a field of reward for the wife" said Ema, rubbing Fika's wet lips with her thumb.

"Basic maniac!" as Fika said, and stared lazily at her husband who was still laughing.

"Don't be angry, the junior will sulk again" said Ema, then stroked the head of his wife very gently.

"Yes, the end of you also makes opium anyway, the eagle is on again. So don't blame me dong." said Ema, stroking something that stood out down there.

"Geez, Yank!" Fika shook her head, not thinking about her husband's ever-increasing nafssu with her.

Ema laughed loudly, then she walked towards the refrigerator which was not far from the dining room. Then he picked up the ingredients he needed to make a salad. Luckily, the contents of the cold closet were complete, because this morning Bibik new shopping needs kitchen.

And some snacks such as cassava chips, ciki-kian also prepared by Bibik.

Then Ema brought the materials she had obtained to the dining table.

"Dear spirit, dear" Fika clapped her hands when she saw that Ema was going to process the food.

Ema smiled happily, then he started making his wife's permintann salad, and he also competed like a master chef and dancing, making Fika laugh out loud.

"Nue, can your hand not flinch?" ask Fika.

"Kenaposeh? It's from there yes, so yei do not protest, the important thing is that the eagle does not flinch," said Ema with a resounding tone, while cutting the lemon into two parts.

"Jeez, Miss EM!" peekik Fika, and the two laughed together while remembering their first meeting which was very funny and also embarrassing for Ema.

Not long ago, the salad made by Ema was so then Ema served the salad in front of Fika.

Fika frowned in wonder, when she saw the look of the salad.

"Why is it so strange this shape?" fika asked, watching the salad that was inside the small bowl.

"It must be strange, it's mixed with sausage, mayonise and lemon water" replied Ema, who was sitting next to Fika.

"I don't want to, but what I want now is for you to finish this weird food" Fika said, then shifted the bowl to Ema.

Hearing his wife's request, Ema gulped her spit coarsely and shuddered in horror.

"Yank, you're not kidding me, are you?" ask Ema with a slashed face.

"No, redundant if thrown away. Wh why? you don't want to? It's a sign that you don't love me" said Fika, and looked upset at her husband.

How is he the one who insists anyway? it should have been me. Inner Ema.

"You want to yank, because I love you so much" said Ema resignedly.

Junior hurry up you're big, let's not torture papa like this. Ema's complaint in her heart.

Ema gulped her saliva repeatedly, then she took a spoon and began to feed the salad into her mouth.

"Tooch." Ema wants to vomit when the food has landed in her mouth, there is a sweet, salty, spicy, and sour taste mixed into one. But, Ema still tried to swallow the salad, because he did not want to make his wife disappointed.

Fika looked at her husband who looked greedy eating the salad and clapped his hands happily.

It is nothing that you are tormented, most importantly the smile continues to be engraved on your sweet lips and the reason you smile is because of me. Inner Ema, smilingly looked at his wife who looked happy.

"Nue, where are Mom and Dad?" asked Fika, while watching her surroundings, both of them only realized that Bondan and Rima had not been seen since.

"Maybe they slept in the room" Ema replied, wiping her lips with a tissue.

"Sleep together?"

"Yes, no! Wherever they might dare," Ema replied, chuckling softly.

"But if they're bobbing together how?" asked Fika, with anxious peeration.

"I cut off Dad's bird!"

Wadidawww,🤣

Dad prepare!

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