Suddenly Husband Wife
The road is weird!

Acrylic

After the departure of my mother and the others to the hotel, I chose to finish the rest of my work in the living room. I researched every number on the microsoft excel table.

I carefully add, subtract, divide the numbers until I find the amount that corresponds to the physical amount and the total balance in the account.

When I made sure everything was right, I immediately closed the macbook and followed Sraya in the room. Jakarta city weather is very hot and sometimes cold at night.

I pushed the doorknob open, I was glued to the sight before me.

A sraya? Is she really my wife? I didn't see it wrong?

Sraya's performance tonight really caught my attention, how not? He stood facing the mirror using a black-colored gingerin that was very sexy and increasingly arousing lust that had been held so far in order to make it comfortable.

After seeing all this I still remain strong?

Sraya realized my presence, I was like a child who was being caught caught caught caught caught on something, wanting it to feel like I was throwing my eyes away. But in fact the charm of Sraya makes my brain and body out of sync.

"Sir."

That's the only word I can say.

As my feet brought me closer to Sraya, I kissed the top of her head and looked at her eyes.

Sraya just went silent without acting, occasionally he just soaked his lips as I began to dip my fingers between his unraveling hair and greedily inhaled the fragrant scent on his nape.

One lenguann escaped her beautiful lips, we looked at each other. Seen from the look of our eyes that seem to say that we want more than this, "Mas wants you, is it okay?" I asked expectantly with an increasingly hoarse voice.

Sraya closed for a moment then opened his eyes and nodded steadily. "I'm ready, Mas. Let's do it, sorry to make you wait too long."

I close my body to Sraya, I can feel that our hearts are racing each other to spur stronger beats. I throw Sraya on our mattress that is always neatly arranged without letting go of hugs.

We were getting carried away by our hot kiss tonight, pulling Sraya's fingerin down her shoulder until it escaped her body. One by one I opened my clothes and the rest of the cloth that wrapped my wife's body.

I felt Sraya's body bristling as I got my little fondles, I could no longer stem this desire, with several attempts. I managed to pull off a union.

Tonight my gratitude, my love, and my love, are growing for Sraya. We succeeded in perfecting what people say is one of husband and wife worship.

I'm getting dissolved with every taste created. Tonight we tasted what is warm ornate love friendly cummbu, We are united in birahii that can no longer be hidden.

Moans are put down, we urge each other to want to be satisfied, the roar of breath is no longer held. Then we decided not to be separated. We have succeeded in releasing passion, combining love, and uniting the body.

Three times I hooked Sraya's body and this woman seemed to sleep from exhaustion, I covered her innocent body with a thick blanket. When I glanced there was a bloodstain as big as a coin as three points.

I feel proud and grateful to my wife for maintaining her chastity and sincerely giving it to me. I hugged his body until we fell asleep.

The morning had come, I looked at the wall clock that had shown at seven in the morning.

WE'RE MISERABLE!

Passing the usual morning prayers we do together, is this because there is no Sagara that usually makes us wake up in the middle of the night so we can fall asleep, or?

I stretched my body in a slow motion for fear of waking up my beautiful wife who was still asleep. I walk to our carpet, apparently my clothes are still scattered on the floor.

It was heartless to wake Sraya, I kissed my wife's forehead. His peaceful face while asleep was like a magnet for me to laze around in order to always hold his body all day.

I let him rest, I myself choose to immediately go to the kitchen to make breakfast so that when Sraya wakes up later, he can immediately have breakfast without having to bother cooking again as usual.

Four slices of egg sandwich, sliced meat called ham, cheese, and letuce leaves with sweet mayo and tomato sauce has been finished I made.

I waited until Sraya woke up and we had breakfast together, a message came in from Daren. The boy had just arrived in Jakarta today.

Usually every morning there is a Sagara that makes crowded my morning, it feels very lonely without the child. As I focused on watching the morning news on television, Sraya came out of the room with a fresher appearance.

Sraya seemed to have taken a shower and was wearing a long-sleeved turtle neck shirt, I smiled and continued to notice her walking closer to me.

Why is Sraya Street a little weird today?

I went from sitting and greeted Sraya by hugging and giving a brief kiss on her lips that always felt sweet. "His dear, Mamas."

Sraya looked at me with an amused expression, "Mamas?" repeat following my words. I held her back and hugged her again. "Mamas are friendlier and sweeter, right?"

"August, Mamas. Hmm. .. I wish I had misfortune." said Sraya shyly.

I asked him to sit down. "Thank you, brother. For last night, Mas really happy you have already received Mas and gave permission savage to make .." My sentence was cut because suddenly Sraya smothered my lips with his hand.

See, Sraya looks shy when I flirt or talk about something intimate. It was so adorable that it felt like I wanted to swallow Sraya once more like last night.

But I can't bear to, just seeing the road this morning made me realize that my wife was still feeling pain due to my actions last night.

"Hmm .. the semalem .. hmmm me, I am happy too, Mas. Happy." said Sraya bowed shyly.

I raised Sraya's chin so that our faces were aligned. "How's it feel?"

"That feels?" sraya replied by rounding her beautiful eyes, I became even more anxious because I had managed to make a red hue on Sraya's face this morning.

"Hahahahaha," my laughter broke

A hot pinch on my waist silenced my lips, replacing the laughter with a ringing pain from Sraya's small act.

My wife now put on a cynical face, "That's a lot to seduce me, it's still morning. I just haven't been able to make breakfast for energy so I can bales, Mas," said Sraya.

"I'm sorry, because Mas really likes to see you're shy. For breakfast you don't have to worry, I've made sandwiches for princess Sraya."

Rushing me into the kitchen to grab a sandwich and pouring two glasses of milk for myself and Sraya, we ate voraciously because of our energy drained from last night's unification.

At eleven my mother and others reported coming home from the hotel and asked Sraya not to cook today because she bought food from outside.

Sure enough an hour later the apartment bell rang, I opened the door for them and immediately took Sagara from my mother's sling because it was longing.

Sraya also seemed to welcome mother and bude with salim first and then bring the food that my mother had given to him.

Sraya appears to be carrying the food that the mother brought directly to the kitchen, her steps halting as the mother opens her voice and asks her.

"Shyde, Nduk. How's your path weird?" a plain question from my mother, beloved mother Masayu.