Become a CEO's Deposit
ANU

"Love is action. Beautiful words and writing are nonsense."

~Tere Liye~

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At 10 am, on Sunday this time Alva invited his wife to visit their parents' house.

I only used the car both. To drive the Lord crazy on this one, to do the thing that makes us only able to shake our heads.

The man asked Chilla to sit on his lap. While he was driving, how could he? What can an Alva not do?

The kitchen table alone makes it a place to fuck. Just imagine, if only the table was a red chili? Isn't that spicy his wife's ass?

It didn't take long, the two arrived at Jonathan's mansion courtyard. Alva parked the car, while Chilla had already moved to the seat next to the man.

Before descending, Alva kissed the puffed cheek first. "Don't come out! Before I carry you."

Without waiting for an answer, Alva got out of there. Open the door of the wife, then carry the body that increasingly contained it.

Chilla is really not wrinkled, Alva is indeed the type of man can not be denied in the slightest. But if the treatment is like this? What would Chilla complain about, right?

It was just like above the clouds. Treated like a queen, flattered and cherished.

Alva came in without knocking on the door. Making Mona who was busy watching the drama averted her eyes.

Seeing Chilla carried, just suddenly made Mona immediately rise and approach the couple.

Afraid of the daughter-in-law why.

"Alva, Chilla why?" Ask Mona worriedly. His forehead to fold worried about the daughter-in-law who was two-bodied.

"He's pregnant, Ma. Can't walk much. Alva's afraid of Chilla's soy sauce." Reply, then kiss the forehead of the wife who has been leaning on her chest.

Hearing that, Mona let out a long sigh. Why should he ask. Like not knowing how his son behaves.

"For pregnant women, walking is better Alva. To open the birth canal." Mona, sit back on the couch. Watching the drama, while snacking on his favorite snack.

"Curtain, no need. I can open that birth canal in my own way. Come on baby, we'll make a birth canal for the baby." Cetus Alva.

And bugh!

The sofa cushion immediately floated about the sturdy body of the man. Mona glared at the child with a roaring face. But Alva just shrugged, indifferent.

"Darling, it's true what Mama said. I've read it, one way is to walk." Said Chilla mediating this mother and child.

"I said no need yes no need. I'll make a new method." Alva started to step up, leaving her mother to go to her room.

"Well, why come here if your only goal is to go to the room?" Mona's strangulation stopped the man's steps. As if there was no other purpose, his mind.

With a smile, Alva looked back, winking one eye at Mona. "Just change the mood. Hahaha" He said and laughed.

"So crazy!"

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Mona packed in the kitchen. After he helped the housekeeper cook food for lunch.

Everything is in order, just waiting for people to come.

Jonathan, who had just finished playing with his bird, washed his hands quickly. Approaching the wife, and leaving a kiss on the middle-aged woman's cheek.

"Same priest Sarah's been invited?" Jonathan asked, making sure their best friend was getting an impromptu lunch invitation.

And it's true. In the kitchen doorway, Sarah and Pram have just arrived.

With a smile they greeted each other. Though they live next to each other, but use there are all-chipiki events, such as not meeting for a month.

Everyone is sitting down. There are only two lovebirds who have not come down.

I was lazy to climb the stairs. Finally Mona tells her housekeeper to call Chilla and Alva.

The middle-aged woman with the large mole complied, stepping towards Alva's room. The place where the man, faithfully spend time if in this big house.

However, it was just about to knock on that whitewashed door. Suddenly his sense of hearing caught something. Wanting to make sure, he grabbed the body, stuck the earlobe on the door leaf.

"Ahhhhh... Honey!" Desaah someone.

Sreng!

Her romantics instantly stood up, she gulped her saliva wanting to finish. But instinct says otherwise, he wants to hear once more.

"Nobody?" The voice of a man, whom he believed to be the son of the Madam.

"Ahhhhh... It's good, honey."

Gluey!

There's an erratic pulsation down there. Not wanting to be clear, he finally chose to go down, and reported the incident to the Madam.

With a hasty step, and a breath of breath, the maid headed straight for Mona.

"Where are they Bi? Why hasn't it come down yet?" Mona asked, when she saw the maid only coming alone.

The one asked looked worried. With sweat pouring out.

Mona stared with a probing gaze, like something was hidden by her maid.

"Bi!"

"Anu Madam." Answer with stammering. It was as if his tongue wanted to explain.

"What does that mean?" Mona looked increasingly curious. So too with everyone. They faithfully wait for answers.

And finally, the middle-aged woman could only make a move. Body language says that Alva and Chilla are doing something.

"They're being anu."

"WHAT! SO THEY'RE ANU?" Compact those four guys.

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Epilogues.

In the room, Chilla was lying down, enjoying the touch of her husband's hand massaging his leg.

With a smile the girl ruined Alva's head. "Sister's massage is the best." Reveal it.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Very tight, middle malem 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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