The After One Night
Part Darling Dumped 8

Black car driving fast. Sandy and Chika sit side by side in the back passenger seat.

The sun is getting hotter. Chika, who was supposed to leave college from her father's house, must now return to her husband's house.

The elite nightclubs they left behind, asking for a sizable lease. It's okay, at least Sandy so look at the lips that he really wants to kiss.

"Why follow?" Sandy's curiosity tickled. What makes the girl worried? It's rare.

"Chika should ask, what is om clubbing? Find women?" Not finished, he laughed cynically. "Yes, obviously, Sandy Cavalera has a lot of money, has capital, find a beautiful woman and snap a finger!"

Sandy frowned, if this was the case, she did not have enough opportunities to speak. "Baby jealous?"

"What right Chika?" Yesterday asked to be sent home, now burst letup. Sandy's still stupid in the business of understanding Chika, apparently.

"Now what does it want?" haggard Sandy.

"I mean Om?" Chika turned her body to face her husband.

"I was confused by your attitude, Endre said last night you were anxious, now, I don't see your anxiety at all..., tell me what should I do? At least I know what your anger means all along. Is it the same, like when I hate your cheerleaders? Or just because you hate me so much. I want to know," said Sandy, both of them silent for a moment.

"Sometimes, I feel you're jealous, but then, I realize I never got a return of feelings from you" Sandy said.

"I'll take you, you get angry more often, I let you be free with Gala, wrong too. You just ask Om not jealous? ... So what do I have to do?"

Chika's stunned. Well..it seems like she was really jealous when she saw Sandy being admired by other women. Sandy was drunk last night, what if there was a woman flirting?

Suddenly, Chika's memory then turned on a few months ago, she witnessed how the basketball game of a Sandy, able to bewitch dozens of spectators at the stadium flagship team practicing.

That afternoon, the elite basketball court was crowded with girls. And Sandy who became the only object of attention amazed their eyes.

In the middle of the field, Sandy played a black ball. Jumping high near the pole, put the ball in, and score to beat Gala who never once won against him.

Even with the office clothes, the field chest printed behind the thin white shirt of the man was quite capable of jolting the sanity of the girls.

They screamed, cheered, and even hysterically saw the flow of sweat running down Sandy's chest. God, those two shirt buttons, they're all crazy.

His sweat, his foot swing, his jump, Sandy controlled the whole heart of every spectator. Every now and then, Sandy's smile was thrown at Chika who was frowning at the edge of the field.

Compliments are heard, about the coolness of Sandy, the sweat of Sandy sex, even some to imagine how when Sandy sweats on it, Chika is really arrogant to find it.

"You are often angry for no apparent reason, now say, what makes you angry? Today, yesterday, yesterday again."

Chika bumbling. "Think of it yourself!" Besides, what else could he say? Can big head later Om this Om.

Sandy grunted softly. Maybe, until next year, the mystery of Chika's sudden anger can not be solved.

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Arriving at her room, Chika immediately enters the bathroom, while Sandy sits on the sofa; busy with cell phones and cctv videos that she accidentally asks from the club.

"Oh my God, Baby!"

How wide his almond eyes, seeing all his drunken actions last night. So, not because of coercion, but Chika also so enjoy every erotic touch.

Sandy rumbled, for three years, she never tasted her little lips. And Sandy, the drunk, had gone ahead of her.

He stood up. Curious riled steps back and forth do not want to keep things quiet for a moment. The occasional glance he directed at the door, where the sound of water chirping was heard.

"Babys!"

Ah, it feels too long to wait until the door opens. Soon Sandy swings her dashing steps, pushes and walks into her bathroom.

He needs to make sure, what and how his arrogant wife feels. What keeps Chika quiet when she touches it?

Has love? Or just the need of desire. Isn't Chika an adult?

"Babys!"

Under the shower, Chika was wide. "Of!" Then, he was silenced by the lips that had suddenly landed.

Chika gasped, what's with this kiss? Not to mention, the condition of his innocent body had been successfully overpowered by the gentle squeeze of the man.

"Euug."

Sandy broke her kiss, under the thin water, the two fell silent staring at each other fixedly. Sexy, romantic nuances, and Chika understands, for what happened this time on the consciousness of the husband.

"Why is this Om?" The lips were turning blue, shaking, probably from shock. "Out," she said.

Sandy doesn't care, she just sassy to give touch after touch more than last night. "You enjoyed it, right?"

Sandy's white t-shirt undressed, even half her pants down to her knees. Sandy was sure, there would be no rejection this time, and sure enough, Chika fell silent without a fight, even though their bodies were fused together.

"Why silence hmm? Baby likes?" Sandy's shrill question was answered by Chika's raspy whimper alone. "This one, like?" the squeeze. And again only the sigh of the girl was heard.

Sandy smiled with satisfaction. Last night Chika was upset when she stopped her touch, now, Sandy will not let her girl be disappointed.

"Let me get you, Baby." The bite that had just landed on the chest shoot immediately brushed off the girl. "What's crazy Om?"

Sandy chuckles amusedly. "Why really? You just cracked it."

"Chika wants to take a shower!" Chika pushed her husband's chest out of the blurry glass room. "Let Chika take a shower!"

Sandy grinned, saying let Chika take a bath first, like an implied invitation from her girl.

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