OB BELONGS TO THE CEO
EXTRA PART: TO BE CONTINUED
Silence plain, innocent or just acting yes. Time only in sodorin smooth thighs that yesterday-marin even dared to say Gita's legs are rich table legs, he was already rich rigid robots run out of batteries. It's not really.
"Neng kesel why is it the same A'a?" asked Gilang after calming his heart which was still bursting richly fit again fried fish.
"Yes... A' a how successful is the secret to this happiest moment?"
"Sorry. A'a ain't got no choice. Three days ago, her dad called. He said he was not allowed to travel to Switzerland if we were not married. I'd have no choice but to be willing to immediately halalin cheng." Gilang spoke no longer focused on his wife's face, but began the lyrics on the thighs that had been mepet with his thighs as well.
"But a'a is always the same in Bandung. And mom is the same when to go here?" ask Gita who is still curious about the perfect surprise.
"Yes, I can handle it over the phone. When it comes to mom, they've been in between Mr. Min's wednesday to the boss's house."
"Well, then sleep right there. Mother where?"
"Listen that you don't want to sleep in the hotel, yes mom immediately invited to the house babe lah."
"Gosh... So this is all set up in such a way, good cooperation between brother Kevin and a'a...?"
"Papi neng also." replied Gilang who suddenly dared to transport the Gita bamper to the top of his thigh, making their bodies arranged like a Surabaya layer cake.
"E.eeh. This why this?" sipu Gita is shy.
"Udah halal neng. Free of barriers." Gilang's face met red yellow green, since earlier restless and his own struggle with himself who was very difficult to start intimacy with his wife.
"Yes, it's halal. But we can't just throw it A'. Neng's oath was still not expected to be A'a's wife." Gita said so as she poked her hands against Gilang's neck.
Gilang is not the type of man who likes to explain length and width. Just like a replica of the incident in Lembang. When Sita asked for an explanation, she only chose action.
So, when the last letter in the word Gita is A. Young children also know the shape of the mouth when saying it in open form. Must be loved anyway, Gilang's tongue has been infiltrated, invaded blindly.
Instantly the soft, springy, boneless organ had surrounded the Gita's oral cavity. Something was twisted but not a rope. Some are clucking but not lizard. There was a bad breath but not running. Why try?
Gita and Gilang love each other, even both of them have been good at maintaining distance and refraining from each other to do things that of course they want each other.
So that when the word SAH was out in the middle of the house when the hand of the father was still shaking with the hands of the groom, now the devil is not interested in being a spectator of what they will perform in the bridal room.
Every now and then, the lips were released, in order to get the exchange of oxygen and take a long breath and a lot of ammunition both launched advanced maneuvers. Forgetting time, forgetting the world. Today seems like it was created just for the two of them.
Miss normal men, look polite all this time just for fear of sin. His instincts as a man were already fully activated by nature. So, his hands had started to glow slowly, initially only in the back region of the back, but his brain nerves dictated that his hands should immediately explore the twin mountains ahead.
"Neng.." his voice was slow, in between the busy mengabesen white row numbering 32 seeds in the oral cavity.
"Yes A'..." Reply Gita a little spoiled.
"It's got A'a, right?" ask him on the two round objects that hang wrapped in transverse cloth.
"Heemmm eemh." Dada Gita nyir loud ga clear, rustling. Shame to want, although a little amused but really soft squeeze it.
Gilang hands not only feel, but occasionally circling, circling the transverse fabric from the outside, sometimes pressing, just making sure the size really fits with the grip, the grip of his hand.
"Miss..."
"Can you see the shape immediately??" Aseeem yes Gilang said it was halal still ask.
"What do you want to see A?" the real Gita fishing rod with a slow motion Gilang which for him is too dramatic.
Gilang was provoked, then ventured to escape the sombrong shirt from Gita's body. Yes, my goodness the fine feathers on the Gita's body instantly stood upright, a rich line of combat-ready soldiers.
Glazed can see clearly, his wife's skin pores suddenly enlarged. Thus, Gilang who had clearly seen the transverse cloth was black. Again, his jakun went up and down, his chest thrashed, his brain growled and immediately reigned. "Get it done in bed."
Gilang has been filled with gelora don juan, Gita's body has been in her sling and then placed on the bed that is even still scattered rose petals in the form of an I LOVE U script.
With a faster rhythm, Gilang again dared to smear as he liked the lips ranum his wife. Along with the movement of the hand that is more agile to play the top of the dependent object earlier, in the push, in the pinch, in the press, also in the gyre soft, sometimes slow sometimes fast.
"A'aaaa.." rancid Gita spoiled.
Why does that call make Gilang's earlobes red? and instead dare his mouth to move to the top of the boils eyes earlier, even dare to suck it, even though it is not a straw.
"Aacch. a'aaa." Again Gita groaned slowly but sounded very sek si even as if he did not want it stopped.
Heiii... What is it with Gilang's hands that increasingly penetrated his luck even lower the navel?
Hot pant is loose yes gaes, not tight. Gilang had only intended to paint abstract characters on top of the smooth thigh. But, why go to the top. Even his brain had scanned, which is now on Gilang's index finger is a lace rubber rope, a kind of emergency exit barrier swamp area that has not been completely plain. Of course it is still hampered, not if the hot pants are still attached completely there. So, just looking at the elbow-shaped rubber side, made him more curious about the contents behind the lace rubber-brimmed cloth.
Tok
Tok
Tok
The sound of knocking from outside the door is enough to make the action of the newlyweds disturbed. Though Gilang's lips already look like leeches on the chest area, it even had left reddish patches there, although not much but there.
"Yes." replied Gita from the inside in a rather loud voice.
"Said mister papi, get ready to pray in congregation." The sound of ART outside makes Gita and Gilang aware if the duration of their time warming up is very short.
"Yes bi, we wudhu first." Replied Gita was forced to sit herself down to walk to the toilet to purify herself.
"Neng.. to be continued ya." Heeeer Gita's face again flushed red as red as a trace of love, one, two, three, spread over her twin mountains.
Seriate...
Maafkeun Nyak is late.
Thank you for the prayer, the support too.
Nyak always try to find a good mood for the sake of good dishes also for you.
Nests are a lot of things, they are a lot of things