The End of the Wing Miss
Uppss, Almost Only.

Naya increasingly gripped the mattress underneath. His body stiffened as if he was stung by a high-voltage electric current.

Kei, the professional and skillful player further deepened his attack, asking for access to browse further, deeper.

Naya, a neat hijab girl, 23 years old, has the title of wife but has never been touched, innocently and purely awake.

No significant resistance, Naya only sizzled when Kei bit her rose petals down as she did not give Kei access to go deeper.

Not wasting a chance, as the rose petals opened, Kei barged in, deep and more demanding.

The innocent Naya has not been touched, drifting into Kei's professional game.

A small shrill escapes from Naya's petite pink rose petals as Kei, the experienced player moves further and further, descending the roam.

Kei with a myriad of experiences and high flying hours, recognized the sense that was now pressing on him.

But his mind still works well. He knew full well the consequences that would confront him after this.

Hurricane Puan Sri Latifah, Naya's hatred and Nadia's anger!

Mrs Sri Latifah, the middle-aged woman who has bet her life to bring her to that world, will surely drag her more and more in the whirlpool of the storm and will get new and more powerful energy to hit her.

Kanaya Khairunnisa, a beautiful girl who has always been well guarded since childhood, as well as holding the title of the first wife who has never been 'touched' this will certainly also hate him because he has treated her with a taste that has not been recognized.

The girl who was under his confinement right now, must have not realized what would happen after this.

Nadia Jefferson, a lover who had to be willing to give Kei permission when he was going to marry Naya five years ago, became Kei's second wife the following six months and his son-in-law was not recognised at all in the circle of the extended family of Tan Sri Abdul Hamid.

Don't be reckless Kei, you're digging your own grave if you do it now!

Kei, don't be naive! Naya is your wife, you have the right to come and touch her. When else do you have this golden opportunity? After this, perhaps Mrs Sri will keep her out of your sight! Moreover, could this be a way to unravel the complexity of your story?

Not Kei! You're not an asshole, who did it just for the outburst of lust. True, that Naya is lawful to you, but don't you want to do it lovingly? Not just lust?

To hell with love! Until when to wait for Naya to love you. And vou? Are you gonna love Naya? No, right? For you Naya is just a betting event with Mrs Sri Latifah. There will never be love!

Those shameless whispers ran through Kei's head, pressing each other to influence him.

Kei involuntarily clutched his head firmly. The frontal lobe of his large brain is working hard to digest and analyze to make the best decision, when he suddenly bounces and falls out of bed.

Bruugg! Buumm!

What the hell's going on?

Is Naya, a wife who has the title stuck either because of feelings of surrender by a bond called marriage, making her feel obliged to fulfill the right of a man with the title of husband in front of her.

Or Naya, the innocent and innocent girl who was almost immersed in the beauty of the multiracial lake she had yet to recognize. A taste that is still strange and strange to him, but melenakan and managed to mengbubuhannya a moment ago. Until then a beautiful, graceful and mature face flashed through her memory and managed to drag her out from the vortex of intoxicating taste. The face of Nadia Jefferson!

Sontak Naya pushes Kei's body strong with the rest of his power. Simultaneously a loud knock on the bedroom door restored the consciousness of the two.

"Nay, Nay! Are you okay, dear? " The loud voice clad in dismay belonging to Mrs Sri Latifah was clearly heard.

Naya and Kei look at each other. The faces of both of them were still red with a flutter of taste.

Naya immediately tidied the clothes on her body. The hijab that had been removed, lost somewhere. His lips were still numb and a little sore in his neck.

While Kei was still sitting on the floor, immediately picked up the hijab Naya had thrown under the bed.

Climb the bed and approach Naya carefully.

"Sorry", the door was soft.

Naya did not respond, she just got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

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To be continued

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