Your betrayal Happiness to Me
Seasons 2's. 24 Guns to Eat Sir

Qiran did not get out of the car, she closed her eyes there. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep in the car.

Bimo, who was waiting in his room, finally returned to the car after Qiran did not follow him. He shook his head at the behavior of his little wife. Bimo shamelessly carried Qiran ala bridal style into his room. The gazes of the other employees were so sharp and envious looking at his romance.

Bimo threw Qiran over the bed in his private room. Not only the president's room that has his room, Bimo's room also exists, because Bimo works more than Erlan.

Cup...

Bimo pressed his lips against Qiran's. Suddenly Qiran pulled his body and locked it with both legs he bent over Bimo's back. His hands were stretched out to Bimo's neck.

" Dear, don't be like this! It's in the office, if anyone sees how." Bimo. The door to his room was not yet closed.

" why? Aren't we husband and wife? Or is it that some woman who likes you sees us like this?" Qiran touched Bimo's cheek using her nose.

" It's not so dear! But... Sh."h." Bimo hissed as Qiran bit his ears softly.

Qiran kept biting Bimo's ears, occasionally playing his tongue there made the empress close her eyes enjoying the strange waves in her body.

Qiran's hands opened one by one the buttons of Bimo's shirt, he played his hands on Bimo's chest.

" Dear you set me up." Lirih Bimo started to get aroused.

" Trap how? I'm just playing around." Sahut Qiran's.

Not until there the fad of Qiran, he even sipped Bimo's nape leaving a reddish stamp there.

" dear... Sh.. " Bimo again makes his sexy voice.

" What is Mas?" Qiran looked at Bimo and vice versa. Bimo's face and eyes look red.

" Dear to." Bimo.

" What do you want?" Temptation Qiran.

" Want to make love dear." Bimo said holding back the desire that was ready to explode from within him.

" I don't want it! Kan Mas again angry with me, already ah Mas down! I'm going to sleep." Qiran closed her eyes.

" You have to take responsibility first, my dear." Bimo got out of bed and closed the door.

Bimo opened his shirt and his pants left only his d*l* pants.

" What are you doing? It's in Mas's office, how about you get to Papa to call you?" Qiran inched backwards until her back hit the headboard of the bed.

" You start, you end it, baby." Bimo stroked Qiran's cheek.

" End with tenderness and affection." Connect Bimo.

Bimo slid his hands behind Qiran's nape. He kissed Qiran softly. Infused with Bimo's touch, Qiran returned Bimo's kiss gently as well.

The sound of decapitation filled their room. Both are dissolved with the tenderness of a kiss that creates a sensation of cold heat.

Without Qiran realizing now their bodies were just as innocent. Behind Bimo's blanket leads his junior into the pleasure cave of the world's paradise. Bimo spurred his body slowly while closing his eyes.

" Mass." Des*h Qiran's.

" Yes dear." Bimo Lirih.

Bimo continued to give a touch of pleasure to Qiran. Two hours later they played their part. After similarly reaching his peak, Bimo splashed his body beside Qiran.

" Thank you, your style is very effective to melt the anger Mas, Mas is no longer angry with you, Mas loves you." Bimo kissed Qiran's forehead.

" Hah this master's eating weapon is his name! My only intention is to prank you Mas but even I'm the one who works." Qiran's grunt pursed her lips.

" It can be a reward of affection to serve the husband himself, and it can also....

" Favors." Bimo Whispers.

" What the hell is it! I took a bath first, hunted to be called Papa later." Qiran.

Bimo looked at the wall clock that showed half-twelve o'clock.

" God... I've got a meeting at eleven, baby, it's too late." Bimo picked up his shirt and ran into the bathroom.

Qiran shook her head, she covered her body with a blanket.

Bimo took a quick shower.

Qiran took a shower and sat on the bed playing with her phone.

Bimo walked into the meeting room, everyone was looking at him with sharp gazes.

" I'm sorry Boss I'm late." Bimo approached Erlan.

Erlan looked at Bimo closely. Wet hair, radiant face and....

" You go back to your room!" Erlan said softly.

" Why Boss? Am I not needed here?" Bimo looked at Erlan.

" You're like new to the Bimo mosquito bite, look at your neck! All red... You're gonna be a laughingstock here, now get out of here before they see it!" Erlan.

Bimo immediately walked out of the room and returned to his room. He went into the room looking for a mirror.

" Why are you back here? The meeting is over." Qiran averted her eyes from her phone staring at Bimo.

" God at the bite of the ant dear." Sahut Bimo opened the drawer drawer in the nightstand.

" God! How insolent that ant is!" Qiran approached Bimo.

" Let's see which one you bite." Qiran.

Bimo pointed at his neck.

" Gosh!" Qiran rounded her eyes while closing her mouth.

" Mad.. I... This... " Qiran paused his words staring at Bimo.

" This is because of the beautiful ants that are very ferocious baby, so the neck of Mas red red like this." Bimo rolled his eyes.

" What the hell, you're this." Said Qiran ashamed.

" A lot of it, baby." Bimo looked at Qiran.

Qiran turned on the front camera of her phone then thrust it at Bimo.

" God, baby, why did it get this much?" Bimo.

" Yes a.. I don't know why it could be that much Mas, maybe the ants are naughty or your blood is sweet so the ants are eager to bite your neck." Qiran scratched her head.

Bimo pulled Qiran's waist down eroding the distance between them. He looked at Qiran just the opposite.

" You won't know because you're enjoying Mas's game so much, you're even calling Mas's name nonstop baby, you're so overwhelmed by Mas's touch." Bimo kissed Qiran's lips.

Qiran closed her eyes.

" After this Mas will often be angry with you so that Mas can always get something fun and satisfying, so that the beautiful ants bite more of the body of Mas." Bimo tidied up Qiran's haircut.

" Your Mesum! Don't talk about that." Qiran.

" Well, now mending us home, or do you want to have lunch first?" Bimo.

" Lunch at the ff restaurant." Sahut Qiran's.

" In the mall?" Ask Bimo.

" Yes." Yeah." Sahut Qiran's.

" We eat at home aja dear, Mas forget that the neck Mas red red, if anyone see for sure they think that the wife Mas very aggressive to make a trail this much." Bimo.

" All right! Let's go!" Qiran held Bimo's hand out of her room.

Bimo drove his car to his house, holding Qiran's hand.

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