Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 409
Abash and Sifa just got to the hotel. Both bodies feel tired because all day just do activities without rest. Sifa also felt his legs ache, because walking using high heels when his body felt exhausted. How not, all day they really do activities that drain energy. From making love and venting all the feelings that are in the heart, to exercising in the water until their clothes get wet. Of course Abash and Sifa's energy was completely drained, right?
Sifa immediately sat her body on the edge of the bed, when they had just entered the room. The woman immediately took off her high heels that had been torturing her soles and calves. Ahh, it felt really relieved when Sifa's unrequited foot stepped on the flat floor.
"Huuff, the leg," Sifa softly stroked with her head held high.
"Racid?" ask Abash. The man approached his wife and sat down next to Sifa.
Sifa held up her seat and turned her head towards the husband. "Hmm, good, Mom. My legs feel sore because they have to wear high heels," replied Sifa honestly.
Abash looked at the wife's feet. "Do you want me to get a pijitin?" tawar Abash's. Abash could imagine how sore Sifa's legs were at the moment. In addition, the woman's legs were full of scar grated. Maybe that's also one of the reasons why Sifa's legs can ache?
Honestly speaking, Abash's offer to help Sifa massage her legs was really pure just to make the wife feel good. Abash had no intention of doing anything else, as he felt he could not bear to make Sifa exhausted again. After all, all day they've been really draining for fun, right?
"Rarely just a pijitin? Is there another one, again?" sifa asked while looking seductively at the husband.
Can Sifa be suspicious of her husband? Because usually the reason for the massage is always used to proceed to a deeper relationship. Yes, at least that is what the elders and seniors know, while they are giving lessons and input to Sifa.
"Yes, sure," Abash replied filled with confidence.
Yeah, Abash won't ask for anything else. The man will really bite his wife. Actually, Abash promised not to ask for anything deeper. Yes, even though the man actually wants it, but still Abash will keep his promise. You believe me, right, readers?
"Come, the quarry change clothes, let's go to sleep right in the incandescent," Abash told his wife.
"Are you able to mijit? I can't stand it," the mossy Sifa ledek looks to move from her seat.
"My wife is smart, when I can't, sih. Must've been boise. Come on hunt, before I change my mind. Anyway, I can ask you how," said Abash who made Sifa immediately rushed to change clothes.
"Well, if you insist, wait a minute." Sifa took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom to change clothes and clean herself.
Yes, there are many things that Sifa must clean on her body. Especially the neck that is full of foundation. Sifa had to clean all the foundations in order to sleep more comfortably.
Sifa also went into the bathroom and changed her clothes with a front buttoned sleeping pajama and her subordinates a pair of trousers. Sifa does not care if you have to wear open clothes, plus her legs choose a large enough defect.
Loh, why does Sifa always change clothes in the bathroom? Why not just in front of Abash? Sifa changed clothes in front of Abash, but she was still embarrassed. What's more with the shape of his body skin that is fairly not as perfect as ordinary people in general. I don't know when Sifa will dare to change clothes in front of Abash. Though he had looked naked in front of the husband and Abash had seen his body many times, even Abash had also seen grated wounds Sifa many times as well. But, still Sifa was embarrassed and did not care. Although Abash never disputed that.
Before long the woman came out of the bathroom and saw that Abash had also changed clothes with a loose t-shirt on the man's body and shorts that only covered part of it thighs only. Flaunting Abash's muscular thighs are teasing.
"Come, here lie down" Abash said, patting the bed right next to him.
Sifa could see that Abash had olive oil in his hand, which he carried with him wherever he went. Sifa walked up to her husband and went up to the bed, then she lay on the bed in a supine position. Abash began to pour olive oil on his palms, then poured the oil into the soles of Sifa's feet while rubbing it slowly
"Where, good?" abash asked as he rubbed his wife's feet slowly, hoping that Sifa would feel the pleasure of her hand massage.
"Mas, my legs are not lost pagalnya, but even more pegel and kekelian, Mas," kekeh Sifa slowly while holding the tingle on his feet.
"Loh, why? Is it wrong the way I ordered it?" ask Abash.
"Yes wrong, Mas. should be pressed that way," replied Sifa. "In the incandescent."
"At this press?" abash asked while practicing it on Sifa's calf until it reached his wife's thigh.
"Yes, Mas. Duh, if pressed this will taste good, Mas," said Sifa who felt if the husband's massage was quite good.
"So I press like this?" abash asked to make sure while continuing to press Sifa's leg from the calf to the thigh.
"Huum, yes, Mas. The massage on the soles of her feet too, Mas, please," Sifa pinta told her husband.
"All right." Abash again sewn Sifa's feet from the soles of the feet to the calf of the woman. "So, what's the use of olive oil, dong? If you press this, do you not need olive oil? After all, I usually see you if you want to mijit, always use olive oil," asked Abash.
"Yes, Mas. That's if the way mijitnya by way of massage. But this is in the massage," replied Sifa.
"It's different, huh?" ask Abash again who felt he did not understand the intention said by the wife.
"Yes different dong, Mas."
"It looks the same, huh. Equally using energy," said Abash again.
Sifa also rose from her sleep, making Abash stop the movement of his hand to massage the wife's legs. Then the woman pulled Abash's leg and gave an example to the husband whose name was in massage and massage. Because the two things according to Sifa are two different things.
"If this name is taken, Mas," said Sifa told while pressing or stomping Abash's thigh. "Enak, right?"
Yeah, of course it's delicious. Sifa can indeed incandescent. But, for some reason Sifa's slightly warm palm made Abash's blood rustle.
"Yes good, Dek, you can indeed mijit," said Abash while holding back the taste that began to rise.
"Well, if this is his name in order, Mas," said Sifa as she poured olive oil into her palm, then began to rub Abash's thigh which was slightly overgrown with fur by raising his hand with a movement of pressing the skin of Abash's thigh meat.
Abash growled softly, at the touch of Sifa's hand even woke up something behind her pants. Makes Abash want something good with Abash. Yeah, let's say if Abash wants his hero to be in a massage by Sifa too.
"Don't you, Mas?" sifa asked her husband.
"Now you know the difference? Which one is in the massage and which one is in the massage?" ask Sifa again.
"Hmm, yes, dear," replied Abash again, growling softly and holding something that kept moving and getting bigger.
Sifa also looked up, then looked at the husband who was now looking at her with a glare. The woman felt suspicious at Abash's different tone of voice.
"Mas why?" sifa asked in a soft voice.
Actually Sifa can already guess, if the expression of the husband at this time must be wanting to make love to him. If it is true what Sifa guessed, the theory taught by the elders and temperature is correct.
"Your hands make him wake up, baby," Abash's great-grandson quietly pointed at his hero.
Sifa gave her lips, then the woman slowly approached towards the husband and whispered seductively.
"Does he need a massage too, Mas?" sifa whispered which made Abash more tempted and stiffened.
In addition, Sifa's hands began to grope at the base of her thighs, making Abash's blood increasingly rippled and asked to be satisfied.
"Can I?" abash asked her husband for permission.
"Of course, Mas, because I belong to you" whispered Sifa teasingly.
It didn't take long, just as Abash grabbed the wife's lips and smacked them seductively.
It looks like Abash can't keep his promise tonight, because of the passion that the man can't stand anymore and asks to be satisfied. What's more, the hero has been able to conquer his nyai Sifa.
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"Where's the breakfast we had this morning, Mas?" ask Sifa who was preparing to leave.
"Emm, let's take a look at the stall near here, shall we?" advice Abash.
"Okay, my love," replied Sifa obeying what her husband said and planned.
"Come," Abash asked as she extended her hand to Sifa.
All the way from out of the room to into the elevator, Abash and Sifa still continued to join hands, so that anyone who saw it would definitely feel jealous.
Sifa and Abash came out of the elevator, and they were still holding hands together. They don't care about people who look at them with envy. After all, everyone has the right to take his wife with affection? Halal too, right? What is not entitled is to show public affection with people who are not muhrimnya, what else is the relationship has not been halted religiously and state. That's what can't be, sin can also be.
"Sir Abash," rebuked a woman who made Sifa and Abash stop their steps.
Abash and Sifa turned to the man who had just rebuked one of them. Abash's forehead immediately shriveled perfectly, when he recognized who the woman who had stopped her steps with her wife.
"Miss Nola?" lirih Abash who made Nola smile widely.
Yes, Nola is very happy, because it turns out Abash still remembers his face and name. In Nola's mind, it was only natural that Abash knew her, because she was beautiful and unforgettable. In fact, Abash remembers the name Nola because he appreciates Mr. Bobbi as his business client, that's all, nothing more.
And if Abash isn't interested in him, which might be the guy easily remembers him with a slightly different appearance from last night. Yes, this time Nola deliberately looked a little simple, because seeing if Sifa looked simple last night. It means the make up of the woman who is fairly thin. Therefore, Nola tried with her new appearance that looks a little like Sifa. Uh, that doesn't mean Nola wants to follow in imitation of the Sifa style, huh. No, not because of that. But, yes because Nola wanted to show her natural beauty to Abash. How do you know, if Abash has seen natural beauty in him, it could be that the man is enamored with the beauty of Nola. That was Nola's hope.
"Sir Abash, as I promised yesterday, if I would give you a gift" Nola said as she stuck out a small bag to Abash.
"Ah, why bother anyway, Miss Nola. You shouldn't have to give any gifts" Abash said. "But why did you deliver it? Why not just ask your staff?" ask Abash.
She wanted to refuse, but she was afraid that Nola would feel offended. For that, Abash was forced to accept it.
"It's okay, Mr. Abash. After all, you are my papa colleague. So, it's only natural that I should be nice" Nola said with a sweet smile. "Again, Mr. Abash is my papa's best colleague, of course, must be treated with special.
Again the reason used by Nola was his papa colleague. But Abash doesn't really care about that.
Abash smiled at the words spoken by Nola. Actually the man already knew the meaning of Nola, if the woman blatantly stated if she was interested in Abash. But how else, Abash already had Sifa in his heart. And it will never be replaced by anyone. Nola's efforts will be a very futile effort.
"Where is Abash going?" asked Nola who from the beginning continued to ignore the existence of Sifa.
"We happened to be looking for breakfast" Abash replied politely.
"What a coincidence. I know where the good place is. And yes, I haven't had breakfast either. How about we have breakfast together?" nola Tawal.
"I'm sorry, but I just want to be alone with my wife" Abash said in clear words.
"Come on, let's just say it's a greeting from me. Would you like a madam?" take Nola to Sifa.
"Hmm? I-that's, I'm terse--"
"Well, madam has agreed, come on." Without permission and cue, Nola pulled Sifa's hand and invited her to walk together.
Abash was furious, but he still held back his anger in order to maintain a good relationship with Mr. Bobbi. If only the woman had not been Mr. Bobbi's son, Abash might have kicked him as far as possible.
Abash glanced at Sifa, the woman also gave a code if it did not matter if Nola wanted to join breakfast together. It's just breakfast, right? Yeah, it doesn't matter.