Angel Surgaku (Female Halalku)
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Adam began to distance himself from the Monik, cursing himself who was easily swept away by the temptations of the devil.
Adam tried to open the door again, in up and down his door handle "Please not this door!" adam cried when he heard no more voices out there.
The moniker pulls Adam's hand.
"That's it. This room is soundproof, we're free to do anything"
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"Lock I missed in the room, still to hang in the dalem, hat I forgot earlier. I don't want to know, grab my hat right now!" dimas' orders were still in whispers. Dimas' eyes stared intently at the door handle that kept moving.
"Yes, I'll take it Bro. Go to the club first, I will anterin there hat plus room key lo" replied Harry casually.
"Jawab is honest Her. My mischievousness, I will not dare to make the macem-macem to others. And you ngaku, in this room monik again what? Why is this door handle moving? Lo ga ngunci on the outside, right?"
"I swear, I didn't get him in the dalem"
"Lo why is it Dj? Why not be a writer? Your imagination is high bro, a lot of delusion" murmured Harry who got a sharp look from Dimas.
"Gue just wanted to reveal what I thought. Yes continue Monik on the floor again why?" Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Ga know, the key ain't on me. We're going to the club now. Maybe the Monik forgot to key your room. Mabok tuh people" Dimas was increasingly confused by Harry's attitude that continued to prohibit his entry.
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Inside Adam grew nervous, the air was getting hotter, cold sweat started coming out of his temple.
"Astagfirullah, what do you really want Monik? Why do you keep tempting me to humble myself to you?" ask Adam slowly. Distracting the Monik so that Adam can quickly run away taking the key on the bed. Thinking of a way not to be wrong, the key was in the middle of the bed and that meant Adam had to crawl up the bed. While Monik started to fall silent, smiling wryly. Money, money he wanted. His father left while working in a factory, his mother was sickly and he also had to pay for his sister's school who was sitting on the bench of SMK. And if Monik manages to fuck Adam, 3 times his income and he gets.
"I want you Adam. Come on, it's really helping me" Monik started playing back Adam's collar.
Adam brushed it off slowly when he saw there was sadness in those eyes. His ears still hear people talking out there. Perhaps it was true that this room was soundproofed, no one had helped her until now.
"This is an act of sin, it is strictly forbidden. The only person entitled to your body is your husband later, you must take care of him for your husband buk.."
"Not much talk! How hard we do this!" snaps Monik. Adam's words seemed to be very insinuating to him. The moniker thus recalls his many sins. He also remembered the first time he had done this work. Doubt in his heart while accepting a job from his friend, even Monik was once in Adam's position, begging for release, fear, sadness, but the man still forced him to become his depraved slave, no chance to escape at that time. Does the Monik have to release Adam? No, it'll be that easy. Adam also had to feel his pain a long time ago.