Husband For Keara
Midnight Jackpot

"Ehem.." Harris cleared his throat to make Keara aware of his whereabouts. But what happened was that Keara gasped and screamed in shock.

"Babeh.."

"Sstdh.. You can build a housemate." Harris tried to calm Keara down. He was shocked to hear Keara's scream.

"Iisshh what the hell mas Harris.. Just ngagetin." sizzled Keara. The woman glanced sharply at her husband. His lips pouted and he was lazy to say anything more. The focus is back on the stove that is still burning with a pot of spicy noodles in it.

"Emmm.. What are you doing again?" harris asked just to be stale. He wanted to attract the attention of Keara. His feet were moving forward closer to the beautiful body of his heart.

'Why 'agi?? Didn't he see me cooking anymore..? It's so stale. Yes, kayak gini is counted again playing ball.' Keara murmured in his heart. But his mouth remained tightly locked. Lazy also answers questions that are not important.

"You... again cooking? Um.. cook what?" Harris was clearly in the fog and his question was not addressed by Keara. The woman should not answer him, just glanced no.

Harris took a few more steps closer to Keara. Until both bodies are only a short distance away. Harris could smell the scent of his female body because he was down with his head almost stuck at the nape of Keara. Ah, this is how you can enforce something down there, but not justice.

"I'm talking to you." murmured Harris again. He could not bear to not stick his lips and nose in the niche of the wife's neck.

Keara took a deep breath. He did not dismiss Harris's gentle touch on his neck draining a tension that gave an intoxicating sensation all over his body. Quickly she sniffed her shoulders so that her husband would stop his activities.

Not to mention Harris's vertical combat tool, Keara could feel because of his position attached to the pan*tat Keara.

"Honey.." cried Harris with his hoarse voice. He was quite frustrated that his good position had to be disturbed because it was rejected by his own woman.

Her passion had already peaked imagining at midnight she was making love in the kitchen. A location he never tried because there were too many people in his house. But Keara did not respond to the signal he gave.

This time Harris tried to turn Keara's body around. "I'm who.."

"WHAT??!" keara Sentak.

Harris was stunned to see the face and throbbing of his wife. "Eh.. Eee.. I-i...."

"Don't you see me cooking?? Just bother you." Keara snorted in annoyance.

"I-I want to eat too... I'm also laper." Harris muttered softly. The whistle is also the guts if Keara in this judes mode.

"Begging Bik Santi there who masakin. I cooked the mienya pedes!" sahut Keara with a still grumbling tone.

Harris scratched his non-itchy nape. It is very difficult his position at the moment. "By the way, wasn't I the one who was angry? How come you're the gini?"

"Yaudah, if you want to be angry again please. Who told Harris to come here and talk to me??"

"What a sadist that is, people are not angry told to be angry again." seduced Harris.

Keara doesn't bully. He brought his bowl of noodles and walked to the dining table. Then he realized something. "Bright.. Where's Santi's bik?" it sounded more like talking to himself.

Last time he knew Bik Santi was sitting in the kitchen chair before Harris. Is it possible for Santi to leave because there's a Harris mas coming?

"There was Bik Santi..? I don't see." Harris had a brilliant idea to scare his wife. Maybe in this way Harris can get more attention from his wife.

"There was. Sitting there.." Keara pointed to a chair in front of her.

"Nothing has happened since.. I even saw you talking to yourself."

Keara glared sharply at Harris.His hair was already bristling because of her own imagination. A sudden delusion after hearing Harris' words.

"Where are you, by the way?" asked Keara with a trembling voice.

"Yaa self, 'sit there bik. I'm the cook.' that is. Keep you......."

"AAAAHHHH..!! MAS HARRIS'S.. I'M TAKUUUTT." Keara jumped into her husband's arms.

Keara felt that the existence of Santi was real. Because he himself knocked on Santi's bedroom door to wake the woman in her fifties. But it turns out that it's just a hallucination? Hua.madonna. Crazy boy!

Keara prancing around couldn't stay in her husband's arms. He's really scared.

Harris grinned widely. Her body clearly accepted with pleasure Keara's embrace. A fun jackpot.

Hahahaha, devil's laugh.

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