Bad Boy In Love
Misguided

In such a hot and intimate situation, all the Eagle thought about was how he quickly reached the peak of his enjoyment and relieve his tension.

So, the Eagle hastily jerked his lower body to directly touch the bottom of his woman, pulled it slowly and then repeated with a faster tempo.

The sound of a small squeal under the Eagle was covered with a relentless and merciless hot kiss. The Eagle's sanity was really at ground zero so he was not willing to listen to any complaints.

"Darling …!" His sizzle helplessly returned to the hearing of the Eagle. Sound like an *******.

The eagle was proud as Nindya muttered with a friendly call. In fact, it cannot be said to be friendly, Nindya's voice is more to the tone of protest with bated breath in the face of her wild desire.

The Eagle's breath was hunting, his sweat fell dripping down on the face below him, then his moans came out along with a slow bite on Nindya's lower lip that was not struggling against his possessive embrace.

"I got it, thanks ya, Vi!" Without feeling guilty, the Eagle descends from the body which already helps to reduce his brain cramps. The eagle then wiped the wet marks on the bottom with a shirt that had just been removed.

With complicated thoughts, the Eagle tried to restore half of his brain that had disappeared in madness. The eagle opened the bag and took out a change of clothes, wearing it quickly while glancing at the woman who was still helplessly sprawled.

"Who are you?" ask Nindya gelagapan. Who does Vi mean by her loving partner?

The voice was familiar, but not that of his fiancee, making Nindya move quickly over the part of his body that was still open.

The eagle was stifled at the question of the woman he had just slept with. He spontaneously observed the face that was now making him curious. A little trepidation as he guessed the voice of the woman he almost every day heard in the research laboratory.

However, the Eagle was still gobsmacked with the sense he had just gained by not answering Nindya's question and explaining who he was. The eagle instead daydreams of his bed adventure with his girlfriends.

As far as the Eagle's memories were concerned, he had never felt such a deeply drifting depth as he had just dipped in.

All the women who had sex with him had almost the same taste, only fun when his passion exploded, then it disappeared without the slightest bit leaving a strange swish on his chest.

A few moments later the Eagle realized his mistake. The eagle remembered that Vivian had only been in his mind since he entered the tent. But unfortunately the charm of Aphrodite in Vivian's body greatly affects the mind of the Eagle who is drunk, so he considers the fantasy of making love with Vivian is real.

"It's a misunderstanding, Miss Nindya!" said the pale and regretful Eagle shortly after turning on the phone and observing the beautiful face in front of him.

One hand the Eagle reflexes covered the face, peering at Nindya's face between the index and middle fingers. The eagle shook his head heavily, not believing what he had done to Nindya. His mouth sounded regretful, clucking in a desperate tone.

Nindya widened her eyes, raised both eyebrows and said fiercely, "This is not a misunderstanding of her name, El! It's purely the wrong thigh!"

The young lecturer who became the supervisor of the Eagle research task continued to glare sharply while holding the center of his body that was painful, sticky and bloody. He cursed rudely thinking the man who touched him was the fiancee. "Suck!"

"Sorry," said the Eagle with a guilty expression, suddenly the Eagle wanted to cry like a child who was scolded by his mother.

PLAQUE!!!

One hard slap landed on the Eagle's cheek. "Your bastard!"

PLAQUE!!!

One more time the Eagle gained an addition from the heartache of the woman who looked at him furiously. "Fucking student!"

"I'm sorry, that was completely unintentional!" said Eagle tried to invite Nindya to talk well.

PLAQUE!!!

But once again Nindya's delicate hand touched the Eagle's cheek violently, unwilling to hear the apology of the young man who put on a face like a cat losing its mother.

The eagle caught the hand that landed on his cheek, not the pain felt but the same kind of self-esteem that was stepped on as the woman continued to raise her hand without speaking.

“Please ..!” pinta Eagle once again with great clarity. He clasped Nindya's hand tightly, pulled her slowly and aimed at her lips.

"Never!" Nindya tried to pull her hand but to no avail.

The eagle kissed the palm of the hand that had just slapped him with gentleness. “I just want to talk, Nindya!”

The direct call to her name made Nindya even more widening in disbelief. “You call me Nindya only? No more use? Watch your talk, El! I'm not your girlfriend!”

"Mother can slap me again if it is not satisfied," said the Eagle released Nindya's hand in annoyance. "But that doesn't solve the problem!"

Nindya was just silent, what she did to the Eagle just now was not going to restore what she had lost. Virginity. Whether it was important or not, but Nindya had been taking good care of him all along.

"I'm sorry again!" The eagle did not know that his behavior that was only one time it would bring impact and a long story with women who work as young lecturers on the campus. Women who are guiding their research tasks to be completed immediately and can be tamed.

Nindya grumbled with tears, what if her fiance knew that she had mistaken the person who entered her tent?

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