Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 87

Sinful Angel Chapter 87

Eleven o'clock in the evening everyone was back. Tya went straight into the villa first while Bisma chatted briefly with Mang Eko in the courtyard.

“Mang Eko can come to sleep at the house of the foreman. Room was prepared there. Don't sleep in the car,” said Bisma to Mang Eko who handed her the car keys. Mang Eko usually prefers to sleep in the car every time he goes with Bhishma to some plantation.

“Iya, Den. But Mamang plans to follow the same patrol here. In the saung, while siduru, also while keeping security around.”

Mang Eko pointed to a saung made of bamboo roofed with dry weeds. It is located between the villa building and the house of the foreman, there are already about four fathers who are chatting. The bonfire in front of the saung dispels the cold air, not to forget the old-fashioned radio sound completes the warming atmosphere.

“Den Bisma enter only. Pity Neng Tya if her husband is long outside. The weather is getting colder too. Better find a warm one. Hence Mamang want siduru, if Den Bisma does not need siduru also already have a warm now. Come, Den.” Mang Eko teased his master and then withdrew in a storm.

“Hei, old base bangka nosy!” The bisma swerved before entering the building and locking the villa door. The bisma checks the entire window and makes sure the back door is locked properly.

When entering his room, Tya just came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. Tya's pretty face still leaves water droplets.

“You shower? Should not take a shower, the weather is very cold, later you flu,” firmly Bisma worried.

“Eh, bu-not a shower anyway, Mas. Just clean a little,” replied Tya somewhat stuttered.

After Bhishma's love speech to her, Tya more and more often felt unkillful pounding every time adjacent to Bhishma. Despite not taking a shower after traveling this time, Tya still cleans his body especially in certain areas. Use warm water facilities in the bathroom. Even took the time to shave the lightning to make it more neat. Even so, he had to withstand the cold that still visited the low temperatures of the Peak.

This is the first time they will sleep in bed after revealing each other's contents in a fully conscious state. Therefore, Tya decided to take anticipatory steps. Because when in Bali the situation is clearly different. Not expecting more, but at least he was prepared to the maximum if Bhishma asked for his rights clearly.

“Oh, I thought you took a shower. Yes, I also want to clean up. If you are sleepy, do not wait for me,” said Bisma half-heartedly who then rushed into the bathroom.

“Ffuuhh.” Tya exhaled tightly, holding her own chest. “Why am I so nervous?”

Tya pensively for a moment. Seemed to weigh before then unpacking the bag of change clothes he carried. Looking for clothes that he would wear to sleep. Which is roughly suitable for use and which is roughly favored by Bhishma. When the thrill of love perecoki, the desire to be the most beautiful for the beetle is undeniably stirred in the heart.

“Duh, why do I even bring pajamas with Tweety cartoon pictures like this anyway?” his grunts were upset, nagging himself.

Tya almost pranced when she found a white nightgown. Tucked between pajamas and underwear. The model is short-sleeved, knee-length. It's just that the fabric is glaring with its V collar model the part is rather low. It is certain to show off the hemispheres of a pair of assets to cover them when worn.

Tya patted himself on his heated cheek. Desir blushed across the pulse. Although in the past sexy clothes are not strange anymore, but in the present still presents a different taste when going to wear it in front of a beloved husband.

“Come, Tya. You have to be confident. Don't make the eyes of Mas Bisma look like you. Doesn't Ustadzah Farhana say a wife should look pleasant when her husband sees her? Bepahala also said right?” Tya muttered in solo monologue.

Without hesitation, Tya changed her clothes quickly. Spraying the expensive perfume that once bought Bhishma at the pulse points. Combing her hair neatly. Put the essence skincare so that the skin of the face is more soft and do not forget to apply strawberry-flavored lipgloss on the lips ranumnya. Give up all his abilities.

Tya mirrored, scanning from head to toe. Her smile was satisfied, she looked beautiful and fresh in a thin white dress with a face without make up under the dim light of a minimum of sleep lights.

Cold Eve swarmed considering her sleep dress is fairly thin. Tya sat down leaning against the headboard and into the dilated blanket. Soon, the bathroom door opened, a sign that Bisma was done with her cleaning business.

“Why not sleeping?” Bhishma made small talk as soon as she saw Tya still sitting awake with his cell phone in hand, but her heart cheered happily. Feeling himself awaited. Not to mention after so long sleep will not be alone again without the need to steal opportunities or use excuses like rats so-genesis that never existed.

“Not yet sleepy, Mas. Read the incoming message Khalisa sent. Just open, because I went before not bring a phone,” explained Tya while showing the screen.

Bhishma looks so bad now. Like looking for something.

“Search what, Mas?” ask Tya.

“Find a small towel for the face, usually I fold here,” replied Bisma pointed to the nightstand next to the wardrobe while continuing to search.

“Oh, that small white color is yes. Hold on, I'll take it. I hung on the kapstok before we went to eat satay.”

“So I accidentally put it in kapstok. Let not be damp,” said Tya while seriously wiping.

The bisma did not answer, sculpt and grope erratically treated to a beautiful scenery that had not been seen for a long time. As a normal man, as his vantage room was filled with the silhouette of the beautiful curves of the woman he liked caused a fierce attack. Tya's beautiful paras combined sexy body teasing that only wrapped in a dress laughs make his jaw goes up and down gulping. Suddenly short of breath, even the rest of his body was crowded.

“It's dry.” I want to put the towel back in my hand. However, his waist was immediately restrained by Bhishma.

“You are so beautiful, so beautiful,” praise Bisma with flashes of passion that begin to burn in both eyes.

Tya tried not to get nervous despite her crazy heartbeat. He looked up while commenting on a smile as beautiful as a goddess.

“Newly realize yes, if I'm beautiful.” Tya mengkerling seductively, unshakably draping both arms to the neck of Bhishma and close the front of his body.

Bisma tekekeh happy. Scraping the distance, swiping her nose gently on Tya's delicate cheeks as her arms hugged.

“Nakal.” Bisma whispered hoarsely into Tya's ear. His breathing is heavy. The desire that was delayed this afternoon is now flaring more smouldering, visible from the look of his eyes that are now foggy longing.

“Mas cold ?” great-grandson Tya with a sweet tone. The faces of Tya and Bhishma were only one inch away.

“Of course yes. How are you yourself? Not cold to wear clothes like this in the temperature of the Peak area the lower the night?” Next to the eyebrows Bhishma rose with a prickly grin engraved. Landing the tip of his index finger on Tya's shoulder and twirling mischievously there.

“Masa yes enggak. Yes it's cold. It will need to be warmed,” said Tya who curls spoiled.

“Need help?” Bisma is still full of temptation. Tya is the embodiment of the wife that men crave when the time to ride the contest. No doubt about flirting first. Not too domineering, but still confident wrapped in sweet wipes.

“That's a big dong. Come on, warm me up, my husband, "tease Tya again.

“I also need you to warm me up, Darling.”

Unable to resist the whir of temptation any longer, Bisma led Tya to bed. She gently rubbed it down followed by herself propping up on it. Peeping Tya's forehead then recites do’a jima that it blows into Tya's crown before a more intimate kiss and touch is poured out.

Being treated gently and treasured made Tya feel himself rightly adored as a wife as well as a woman, not just a mere complacent lust. Bhishma touched her with love and adoration. Fulfill its overall emptiness. Not only meet the needs of the body, but also fill the full needs of his inner perfectly.

The cold weather that filled the room, turned hot when the two people roared embraced desire and burning love. The clock continues to roll eroded groans of two people who are tightening their inner bonds.

Not wanting to just accept, Tya also gave the best he could. Presenting the most special to a Bhishma. Making the Bhishma more adoring and infatuated with the skill that the wife presented for him when his brain was fully aware. The sweetness of the honey of romance is more delicious than it has ever been steamed. Take him up the more beautiful nirvana. Achieving the victory of the heaven of the world together combined with the delicious screams that echoed from the two.

Bisma collapsed on the side of Tya's body with a gasp of breath after her physical needs were met. Pulling a blanket and hugging Tya's equally moist body sweat and also the middle of the deflated flower neutralizes the breath. Plied a kiss of affection on Tya's forehead and cheeks.

“My love, thank you,” said Bisma full of sincerity makes Tya smile haru in the roar of his breath that is still chasing.

Tya tilted his lying position. Smacking the hot lips of the man who was in the fusion of two bodies down his body was fondling mercilessly. Reply hugging and sticking his cheek on the chest of the field of Bhishma.

As usual, the bisma is always dashing and primed when in bed. It's just that this time it's not violent uncontrollably, unlike when under the influence of aphrodisiac substances. Gentle and more intimate while patching her, showering her with the delicacy of a world paradise that is more syahdu and meaningful.

“Do not kiss carelessly. You may not sleep all night,” kekeh Bhishma who hugged Tya tighter and closed the blanket tighter, protecting their bodies from the peak weather is getting cold piercing.

Tya looked back, stroking the jaw firmly naughty Bhishma. “Who is afraid,” he said giggling that directly ambushed by Bisma with a heavy sniffing rain.

“Nantangin this story? Then let's stay up, my wife.”

The two lovebirds again link body and heart. I don't know how many times to repeat and repeat. Down the night climbing the throne uniting the twinkle of love of two hearts. Knitting the knot of promise in the heart.

Seriate.