Yes I'M Acha
63. Yes I'm Acha

A month after Athar's departure due to the tragedy of the plane crash, Acha has now started to be cheerful again. He no longer dissolves in grief, given Athar's tragic death. This morning, Acha just woke up from her sleep. The woman glanced at the clock on the wall which already showed at 10 a.m.

Today is Sunday, Arlan is off to the office, so, the man invites Acha to stay up all night. Unclothed, Acha walks into the bathroom, ridding herself of the last night's romance with her husband. Before long, Acha finished her bath.

The woman chose to cook only with a bath kimono, in this house there are also no workers. All workers ranging from servants to drivers and even security guards, are released every Sunday. The reason for that was because Arlan wanted to spend time alone with his wife without any interference from anyone.

In the middle of busy cooking, Arlan came only with a tight boxer. The man hugged his wife from behind, resting his chin right on Acha's shoulder. "What cooking, honey?"

Acha's hair is in the midget, not Arlan wasted, the man kissed the neckline of his wife who still left a lot of purplish marks that he made last night and now, he added. "Ar, stay away for a second. I'm making this meal again, make us both breakfast!"

Instead of staying away, Arlan is becoming. The man stuck out his tongue, licking Acha's neck with a hand that began to slip behind the kimono Acha was wearing. Creeping, fingered his wife's smooth thighs that were not clad in any pants. "Jeez, Ar! Last night! Now step aside, I'm cooking this."

Arlan's hands get naughty, keep creeping up, touch his wife's property which always makes Arlan addicted every second. Regardless of the protest from his wife, Arlan's hand continued to move rubbing against the hairless lump of meat. Sometimes deliberately insulting his wife by scooping up anxiety.

"Oh god! Orlando!"

Arlan laughed out loud, the man turned off the stove, turned Acha's body and stormed his beer bar which was still swollen, of course, because Arlan had done it last night. It was wet, all water diving, Arlan thought. He also took his wife, sitting Acha on the dining table that must have been strong, anti-fall even though they were sitting together once.

"Why are you getting me addicted anyway?" Arlan's mischievous hand grew bolder, unbinding her female kimono strap, further closing the position with a misty look of passion.

"His camera is a pervert!" Acha pinched Arlan's sharp nose, the man liked to attack him like this when he was both. Never give himself a chance to calm down for a while if you are alone.

Lowering the kimono on his wife's right shoulder, Arlan kissed immediately, leaving some signs of his love and the game that Arlan liked was carried out. Despite only getting 1 round, Arlan was still happy, his face was beaming because it had gotten a filling breakfast his little brother.

Now, Acha resumed cooking while grumbling. Arlan was a pain in the ass, already interrupting her cooking time and now, happily sitting on the dining table chair while eating a snack. In fact, the man occasionally looked at her while smiling to himself. "Ar, don't keep smiling. Horrified to know not tau?!"

Arlan laughed, the man hugged Acha from behind, making Acha more anxious, fearing a second round. "Ar, I'm frying eggs, can this scorch the eggs."

"What the hell, baby? I just hugged,"

"Just hug your eyes?! That's his hand why if you no longer look for opportunities in narrowness?!"

Without guilt, Arlan chuckled. His hand is not controlled if it is close to Acha, he wants to rub the under there or ************ two Acha mountains are Arlan's favorite. "Lift your feet a little, baby. Or rather,"

Nah!

Anxiously, Acha clasped her husband's forehead. "I'm cooking again! Don't bother me, Arlando!"

"Let her finger come in, baby."

Arlan pursed his lips as his hand was removed from the valley of his favorite Acha, "Jude, just hold on, promise! No pricks,"

"Promise you are a lie, Ar! The edges also ask for more," Acha is increasingly irritated by the behavior of her husband who is very perverted, even though if out there, everyone says, that Arlan is a cold and terrible man. Hahey! Terrible and cold from where? There is, Arlan is a guy who sucks and perverts.

Kan's! What Acha said, he had already banned Arlan, but still the man slipped his hand into the bath kimono that Acha was wearing. It's Acha's fault too, she thinks Arlan will wake up later, so she cooks without wearing full clothes. Now, Acha regretted, because banning Arlan would only end in vain.

More annoyingly, Arlan's two hands play conducive. One felt the fruit da danya, one pricked hers down there that was full Arlan hujam all night. "Darling, want more." His hoarse and heavy voice, made Acha sigh slowly.

The promise of an Arlan will continue to deny the man himself if it is related to bed games. "I finish cooking first, after that breakfast and you can be satisfied messing around later in the room. Okay well? Deal?!"

Arlan looked at Acha disappointed, Acha so can't bear this. The woman snorted, turned off the stove a second time and turned around as her hand untied the string on her bath kimono. "Once, after that, let me finish cooking, okay?"

"okay!"

With pleasure, Arlan made Acha sigh while sitting at the dining table. Which he said once, ended many times even to taste various styles in the kitchen. Arlan will forget himself if he has sex with Acha. If Acha doesn't threaten to split the room, Arlan may not stop.

"That's right! Twelve o'clock, I haven't finished cooking!"

Acha walked up to take the bath kimono that Arlan had thrown, wearing it as fast as lightning before Arlan lusted again. While the man, laughed happily because he had tried various variations of making love with his wife. But he was not satisfied to judge Acha who returned to grumbling while continuing his cooking which was delayed 2 times because of Arlan.

Secretly, Arlan walked squatting to the front of Acha, stuffing her head into the bath kimono that Acha was wearing before the woman yelled in annoyance. Sure enough, "ARLANDO! I WANT TO COOK!!!"

Arlan laughed, kissing his wife while sitting on the floor. Acha finally returned resigned, Arlan was always irritated not playing! Let the man lick hers like eating ice cream, hopefully not doused in hot oil just in case she gets more and more into riling it up.

"Ar, I'm a really good laper. Serving you needs energy,"

Finally, Arlan stayed away, the man pityed as well. "Yes, sorry, baby."

"Here you go, you take a shower, Ar! I'm going to cook,"

"Yes-yes, baby. It's me taking a shower,"

"Missy!"

"Yes." Yeah."

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