The Naughty Disciple Trap
Sick Jago!

Satria was speechless with a flat face, she glanced at the hand of the wife who was so tightly hugging her body. There was a sense of inexplicability that made Satria sigh heavily. Satria was deliberately silent listening to what his wife was going to talk about.

"Mas, sorry... This time until not coming home? I'm afraid bobo is alone. Don't go again, will you?" said Shayu with spoiled. His mischievous moves began to play. However, of course Satria does not easily melt away. Especially he who already understands the attitude of his wife.

A little heartless, what else felt there was something wet stuck on his back. Shayu came back crying, somehow mellowing once he so easily let out tears.

"Mas!"

"Is there a choice?" ask Satria flat. His attitude was so cold, but Shayu had suppressed the embarrassment of seeing the appearance of Satria that was so full.

"Not yet, I see you!" rengek Shayu to be noticed. It hurts so much when ignored like this.

Satria turned her head slightly back as Shayu's hand had already started to slip. Glancing at his little wife who was scowling with an innocent face, then raised her head in many breaths before turning her body.

"Why haven't there been any options? You want to hang up this relationship?" Satria turned around and looked at him deeply.

"It's not that households should have decisions taken together. Why not deliberation? Don't do this, I'm confused!"

Satria's anxious, the choice is clear. Go ahead or separate. Why still bother about it. Actually, his wife is dear or not to him.

"You made the show, you should decide too! If you ask for my opinion, I just want you to stay. Being a good wife without this much is what will obviously risk and damage our household. I want us to keep going, while you're still confused. Is there no me here yet?" satria asked by touching Shayu's chest. Slightly failed to focus as he realized something was poking out.

Shayu was speechless, he thought about all Satria said. Heavy, that was all he felt. It was so hard that it scared him to choose.

"Again I ask, stay here and be Satria's mistress or leave and we'll split up?" tanya Satria firmly makes both eyes Shayu blink repeatedly.

"You go but you don't want to separate," she said with her eyes. Actually Satria is not this long, eager to hug the wife after two days not hold it while sleeping. However, he must be firm. Life is a choice and his wife is not a child to be lectured with many sentences.

"There's no such choice!"

"But it wants so," said Shayu who made Satria more agitated.

"Okay, you chose that? Keep going but our relationship is still intact?"

Shayu nodded her head with a plain face. He stepped back as Satria slowly approached. The man stepped forward with a different look. The look on her knees made Shayu even more frightened.

Brugh

Shayu's body fell on the mattress, he who continued to avoid could no longer move because so fast Satria crawled up and supported his body.

"Mas," Shayu said with a heart that was timidly looking at Satria who continued to erode the distance until both of their noses came into contact.

"Steady with your choice?" ask Satria again.

Shayu hurriedly nodded her head assenting. Decisions outside of choice, no matter what cheating says. He did not want to separate but decided to leave.

"You love me?" satria asked again with a breath that swept across Shayu's pretty face. Even now Satria's hand has grabbed both hands Shayu and raised it to the top of the head so that Shayu can no longer move.

"A... L'm... L... Loving you, Mas." Shayu was increasingly unable to control himself as Satria began to bring their lips closer together. The breath of the two also collided with such a close distance making the atmosphere this morning suddenly hot.

Satria kissed Shayu's lips gently, uniting the sense of taste that had not met for several days. Moving gently rips apart something that makes opium. Until Shayu began to lulled and returned to reply to every movement that was getting hotter.

Shayu's feelings are not calm, although he is so aggressive against the brain when working quickly.

"What do you want, Mom?" shayu asked with a gasp of breath as Satria gave her the chance to take as many breaths as she could.

However, Satria did not just stop. His kisses down to the neck of the level of the wife that stretches when Shayu actually gives a chance. Raising his head and showing off the beauty that was able to make Satria even more unable to bear.

"I will ask for my right this morning," shrieked Satria with a heavy breath right in Shayu's ear DNA biting her mischievously.

Deg

Shayu's heart stopped for a moment. However, after that his gurgle grew increasingly uncontrollable. Satria really made him unable to resist the feeling until the spoiled voice escaped just like that.

"But Mas_"

"It would be the same if I waited for you to finish the announcement. It's still going to do. It's only time that I speed up and you'll be more sinful if you refuse."

Shayu swallowed his saliva rough. He closed his eyes with the shadow of his pain of making love. Honest though the body wants but the heart is not ready.

"But it hurt me."

"Just feel the sensation, and I'll make you fly to nirvana."

Shayu's brain immediately fell flat, I can't believe that everything happened so quickly. She wanted to cry but the touch Satria gave her made her body respond to another.

"But Mas, I. "Shayu's wail is heard again as Satria increasingly plays his role well. This is a decision that he must take because the wife is so difficult to determine and even answer arbitrarily. Don't blame him if he has to act quickly.

"Mas, astaghfirullah amused Mas. Uh sick, O Allah Gusti your son Ma'am."

Saying Shayu began to be uncontrollable after all that stuck in his body, Satria just let go. Even he saw the champion so mighty and creepy.

"Jago, we're already cs you know, already good friends. You don't take revenge on me, okay!"

Satria did not criticize the wife, he did not want to fail to make Shayu his whole. It feels like just knocking on the door has made Satria on fire. What if the guy has entered perfectly? Surely he was crowing with joy in there.

"Mas hicks... Hicks..."

"Sorry," said Satria, who then kissed Shayu's forehead, cheeks, and lips repeatedly. Wiping away the tears of the wife and again kissed the two eyes that continue to shed tears.

"Sick Jago! It hurts!" lirih Shayu firmly gripped the bedsheet with a strong bite of her lips.

"Don't bite your lips, baby!"

"From me biting on the jago's head?" shayu whined with a beating on Satria's chest. " You are evil! It hurts! Why punish me like this?"

"This is what you want, baby!" Satria reunited their lips.