My wife Canduku
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Tok.. Geck..

Inka ventured, knocking on Mario's door, as he had waited for half an hour, but Mario's guests did not come out. He also has to go to his shop immediately.

“Log.” Mario.

The Inca opened the door slowly. The two men in the room immediately looked over.

“Hmm.. sorry I interrupted ya?” Ask Inka with a face like a child who did wrong.

“No.” Answer Mario.

Inka approached Mario's chair, her gaze only fixed on her husband since he opened the door.

“I brought you food, you haven't touched it.”

“You strike?” Mario smiled with eyes that were still staring intensely at the wife.

Inka smiled sweetly and was so adorable. His charm makes the man in front of Mario was fascinated, but Mario did not realize it.

“Ekhem.” The man in front of Mario makes a sound.

“Oh, yes. I forgot that there are people here too.” Mario patted his head.

“Gue in pecanin.” Said the man.

“Sorry, Bro. This is my wife. Her name is Inca.”

“Oh, I'm David.” David stretched out his hand, and the Inca returned the hand.

“Inka.”

David unceasingly looked at the beautiful face of the Inca.

“Wah lo beautiful wife, Bro. Pantes insyaf.”

Mario looked towards the Inca. “Iya donk, tired of exploring constantly, Bro.”

Inka furrowed her forehead hearing these two mature men talking.

Then Mario realizes his friend's unusual gaze on the Inca. David kept looking at his wife.

“Ekhem. It's got me, don't macem-macem lo!” Mario said firmly.

“Iya, where dare I.” David stood up from his seat.

“Then I'll excuse you, next time we meet again, Bro.” Said David again.

“Lo still in Bali?" Mario got up from his seat.

“Still, Bali is the paradise of the world, Bro.” David answered with a laugh.

Mario laughed too. He stood up and escorted David out, with an Inca smile on David. Mario is upset to see his wife's hospitality to his famous friend more reliable than him. David who called Mario as one of his friends in college who joined tattooed with him when visiting the Maori tribe in New Zealand.

Mario sat down again in his chair with his face getting bent. The Inca closed Mario's door again, and approached her husband.

“Can't, don't need to display a sweet smile on others.” Mario said with a voice he did not like.

“Means?” Ask Inka confused. She was still half-sitting at Mario's desk, right in front of the chair her husband was sitting in.

If it is in this position, usually Mario will immediately approach and squeeze both thighs of the Inca with both feet, while holding the Inca waist.

“You're still mad?”

Mario rotated his chair, facing the Inca. He looked into his eyes. His hand grabbed the Inca hair in pigtails.

“This was off. Many hungry lions will stare at you with this hairstyle and clothes.”

The Inca stood up and looked at itself from chest to foot.

“Indeed not short. But still I don't like David staring at you like that.” Mario said coldly, then refocused on his laptop.

“Yes.. Sorry.”

Inka crouched down and propped up her chin, right next to Mario's laptop. She looked at her husband's Intense in focus.

“Sorry, don't be angry!” Inca hand pull up Mario's shirt sleeve.

“Kak.”

“What?” Mario answered with his eyes still on his laptop. Inca as it is in the middle.

“You're not a laper, you haven't had breakfast.”

“Engga, people sprain where there is laper.” Answer Mario Ketus.

“Kak.” Again the Inca pulled up Mario's shirt sleeve and stroked his chest.

Mario turned his head, he saw the Inca who was blinking his eyes.

Mario smile. “You deworming. Take the medicine gih!”

“Ih.” The Inca hit Mario's arm and stood up.

“Yes I've been mending to a boutique, rather than here at cuekin.”

Inca's hand was in check, as he was about to leave Mario.

“Sapin!” Mario raised the food that the Inca brought and thrust it.

Inca smiled, grabbed the place to eat, opened it and put it in her husband's mouth.

Mario ate every mouthful the Inca gave him.

“Taste you the more days, the better.” Said Mario, while taking a bribe from the Inca.

“Iya donk, the person is also getting more beautiful and sexy days right?’

Mario scrunched his forehead.

“Since when did you become this centile?” Mario stared at the face of the Inca close and pinched his chin.

“Hmm... since becoming the wife of a perverted husband.” Answer the Inca with a seductive smile.

She moved away from the place where Mario was sitting and cleaned up the empty dining area on the table of the guest sofa opposite her husband's big chair. The Inca position was indeed a bit of a riding position, because the table was inferior to him.

Mario approaches the Inca, and attaches himself from behind. The Inca felt something there, then stood up. Mario increasingly tighten his arms with a position that is still behind the Inca.

“Kak.” Inka held Mario's hand that was already coiled in his stomach. He looked back.

“Who told me early in the morning to debate, and now even tease.” Reply Mario by turning the Inca body upside down.

Inka rubbed her husband's handsome face.

“I will try to arrange my work, so that I can accompany you to Dubai.”

Mario smiled at his wife. He grabbed the Inca chin and kissed it.

Cup

Mario smelled those strawberry-flavored pink lips. He voraciously voraciously mel*matnya, until the Inca body pushed back. Then took his wife to the room, which was available in the room. The spacious room, which is behind the large closet of the room, specifically Mario made for his resting place for a moment.

Mario opens the Inca dres slowly, leaving the Inca's shoulders open slowly, as Mario's lips trace the passage.

“I don't like him looking at you like that. Enough I can be like that.” Said Mario again on the sidelines kissing him. In his head Mario still remembered the eyes of David who looked at the Inca with a difficult gaze to understand, but as a former playboy, he understood the meaning of the gaze.

Again, they solved the problem in bed. The Inca did not mind, although maybe he will arrive at his shop very late, the important thing is that Mario did not silence him for a long time, because he could not be ignored by his beloved husband.