THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 64~

~CAPES, MAS.

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"You know that apartment doesn't have the same office, Kev?" asked Kevin who was busy driving. They had just finished lunch, then continued on their way to the office.

Kevin looked to the side. "Know, sir."

"Take me there. I want to take a look first. Who knows if it fits."

"Good." Kevin then took his car to the place to be recommended.

A while later, after arriving there Galang and Kevin wondered first. Look around for units that are suitable to be occupied, and the best of course. The multi-storey building is very strategic and close to the direction to the office, Galang immediately bought one unit at that time, then asked the manager to complete the facility today as well. He'll be with Amara from noon tomorrow.

After finishing his business, Galang and Kevin went from there to return to the office for a while. Upon arrival at the office, Galang did not go inside but immediately took his car. Today he can't wait to see his wife.

On the way, Galang stopped for a while at the flower shop, wanting to buy Amara her favorite Lily flower. So far he has never bought anything memorable for the woman, other than a dowry. Galang has also prepared a monthly ration for Amara in the form of a no limited card so that the idol does not experience difficulties later.

The smile never receded from the lips of the sturdy man, as long as he passed through the hallway of the Hotel to the room he rented. A bouquet of Lily flowers is in her right hand, while her left hand holds a paper bag containing sexy nightgowns. Galang had stopped by at the clothes shop after the flower shop. She bought three pieces of lingerie with different models and colors.

Pushing the door of his room slowly, Galang turned his head first. There was no sign of his wife inside. Then, he pushed the door wider, then entered, then closed the door again.

"Kok, deserted? Where's amara?" Galang muttered to himself as he walked through the spacious room, his gaze looking at every corner. "Mara. Honey....?" Galang called out the name of his wife who had not been seen.

The bouquet of flowers and paper bag that he brought, he put on the table, then unbutton his suit one by one while waiting for the emergence of Amara who had not yet said.

"Where to go, huh?" Galang monologue while attaching a suit on the edge of the bed. His thoughts continued to be on Amara who had yet to appear.

However, he suddenly snorted as there was a hand coiling around his waist. Embrace it possessively, then something hard and springy sticks to its back. The fragrant aroma radiates to Galang's sense of smell. Fragrant and very tempting.

Galang's lips revealed a smile, then said, "Remarous." He held that tiny hand that he had memorized right belonged to whom.

While Amara smiled with a shy hue imprinted on her cheek. "Mas, really, just got home, anyway? I was waiting from earlier not coming by," he said with a slight whine.

Galang turned around, and immediately also looked at Amara who looked very beautiful with a thin dress made of brocade sabrina model. His wife looks ripe and seductive, even without a thick makeup polish. Everything in Amara seemed to fit the portion. Shape of eyes, nose, and lips. It's all so beautiful.

"Geez, the beauty of my wife" he praised Amara, saying "sorry, wait a long time. I was somewhere before." Because he could not stand the beauty of Amara, Galang kissed their lips with no excuse.

"Mas." Amara thaws, pinches her husband's naughty arm. "Said it straight home from the court." He was still discussing the matter of Galang coming home late. Imagine, he was almost bored waiting at the hotel alone. It was almost night time.

"Kan, I told you I stopped by somewhere first. Oh, yes, budang. I have something for you." Step away, take the bouquet of flowers on the table.

Amara watched her husband, her eyebrows turning. However, when he saw what was in Galang's hand, the corner of his lips was instantly drawn to the side.

"Make you, Ra. Lily's pretty flower for the most beautiful woman." Galang thrust the bouquet of flowers to Amara, accompanied by a kiss on the forehead. "don't you like?"

"Thank God you like it." Galang commented on the smile, put his palm on Amara's cheek, then stroked it. "Have you eaten?" He never got tired of looking at Amara's face.

"So, Mas. I finished my shower eating. My own?" Amara led Galang's hand to sit on the bedside. Placing a bouquet of flowers from her husband to the nightstand. Then, following sitting next to Galang.

"I have not" said Galang who then grabbed Amara's hand, pulling the body into the lap. His sturdy hands instantly coiled around that slender waist. "but I want to eat you now. Okay, no?" Started to launch kisses all over Amara's face that just squirming.

"Mas. You take a shower, dong." Amara inched backwards, avoiding a lip attack from her husband. However, that burly hand was actually getting tighter wrapped around him.

"Bring it up after we've been playing around for a while. Worrying you pack this shirt I'm so horny, Ra. You always stirred up my passion. It's too dear to miss." Galang squeezed the left chest of Amara, while poking at his wife's sweet lips greedily.

"Eugh..." Amara moaned, she could not escape the entanglement of her husband anymore. His body never refused even today wanted more. "Buck...." He sighed Galang's name sensually. The man was too shrewd to make her love.

Galang made fun of Amara all-out in his lap, touching anything that could be reached by his hands. Squeeze the hips, the solid chunks that are above her thighs, then swoop behind the thin Amara dress. As expected, Amara did not wear a chest wrapper, because his palm could immediately feel a crazy object that soared beautifully and tight.

"Maas ...." Amara bellowed once more, as Galang played the peak of his chest. His entire body was electrocuted, bristling and rustling warmly. Instinctively, Amara helped unbutton her husband's shirt one by one. Among his defenses were dwindling, because Galang continued to hit him with a soft fondle.

"R...." Galang sounds sexy, Amara likes when her name is called with a distinctive voice Galang.

After successfully opening all the buttons, Amara then passed it slowly. His eyes did not blink a bit when the chest of Galang field was touched, clearly plastered. Down there Amara felt something hardening between her thighs. Galang seems to be very ready to play.

"Buck...."

He pulled Amara's dress from below, leaving it open to the chest. Then, he raised Amara's body with one hand. The woman's knees rested on the bed, while her hands were coiled around Galang's neck. Still enjoying each other's lips, without removing the soft pagutan. Galang remove the belt, then pass the pants with a single pull.

Both of them were ready, curled up in sweat without waiting any longer. This time it was Amarah who guided the impromptu play, moving agilely in the lap of her husband. Passion in the days leading up to that night seemed to lead them to the whirlpool of heavenly pleasures. De-Saharan voices and earthy moans echoed throughout the room.

"Mara...."

"Buck...."

Galang resigned under the control of Amara who did not stop moving his hips. His hands were not necessarily idle, giving gentle massages on the chest of Amara who moved, looking very tempting and sexy.

The two chased each other for a long time, until something down there tightened and pulsed. The waves of pleasure appeared together, Amara and Galang reached the height of the terrible release.

"shhhh...." Scrumptious groans escaped from each lip as the body that jolted. Amara dropped her head on Galang's shoulders, propped her chin there, her breathing gasping. The sweat soaked his entire half-naked body.

"Heuh, tired, Mom."

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seriate...