
"Hatchuu.." Fifteen times this Acha sneezed. His nose is stuck because of a cold. Karel, who feels responsible for spreading the virus to Acha, takes a tissue and cleans Acha's nose.
"I'm making hot tea, right?" he offered.
"It's vodka" Acha's voice began to crackle.
"No tequila!" Karel.
"Maybe here if there is," replied Acha at will.
"You're crazy!" jolt the man.
"The crazy one, you. I know that the virus is still spreading. Hatchu..!" Acha sneezed once again which was instantly wiped out by Karel.
"Yes sorry. Here's the virus again. I am the one who is sick. You don't. If you're sick, I can't shake, "Karel's lips are pursed manyun.
"Gewe keep thinking! Hatchu.. Gini if the brain is moved ************!" jolt the woman.
Karel held his face with both hands. His gaze descended toward Acha's flat stomach."Your stomach isn't bloated, is it Cha?" suddenly cursed.
"Well try my stomach bloat all?" acha's eyes widened.
"I'm being diligent about pumping" Karel replied as he played his finger.
"Enak. I'm diligent in pill nyemil. There are no big events!" the woman rebuked.
"Well, the spirit of swimming, uh there was a mass murder," Karel pouted.
Anxious, Acha cupped her hands on Karel's cheeks and then put a little pressure until her lips became pursed, "Bawel bener is an old bachelor. It made me an angel tea. The lemon dikasih. Watch for acidity!"
"Ready princess. Kissed a lot, didn't you?" the babble is a little seductive.
"You're going to get sick again!" hardik the woman.
"Right of heart. People are just nanya. Grateful not to be given, please."
Cup.
"Carticles..!!" the woman's screams broke the ears.
***
"Well, drink it! I'm adding honey so you don't get the flu." Karel helped Acha straighten her body and brought the cup of hot lemon tea to Acha's lips.
"Cock it feel weird gini?" the woman cringed.
"I added the pellet earlier, let you get better at blasting," he said.
Acha spent her drink with a look of wanting to strangle Karel's neck. That guy is really good at tongue-licking.
"If you sleep there again. I told you to go home it's a private jet to pick us up. I'll be home tomorrow if you're healthy!" Karel joined Acha under the covers.
"I was just sneezing. Flying to Jakarta is still strong!" tell the woman.
"Patients cannot be reckless. It's just booby, I'm kelonin here!" without excuse, Karel held Acha in his arms.
"Carel!" Acha tried to break away but the man held her tighter.
That day they spent fighting each other on the bed. Sometimes Karel took the opportunity just to slip his face between the chunks of Acha's crazy breasts or fumble his smooth thighs. Feeling annoyed that her sleep was disturbed, Acha often clapped Karel's head or bit his naughty arm.
"Awh's.. This is a human what's a cuckoo? Bite down!" Karel rubbed his arm which Acha brutally bit.
"You're the one who's cuckoo! More sick still digrepe-*****!" fierce fierce.
"Who told you to be sick but still sexy like that. It makes khilaf!" karel replied at will.
"Khilaf-khilaf mulu! That's your mind!" Acha hit hard on Karel's shoulder making the man hiss.
"Awh! That BDSM is about dong, Cha!" the cry of an octave of Karel made Acha squeeze the mouth of Karel.
"If you can't go all the way there!" Acha pushed Karel's body back, but the man dropped his body forward and pulled Acha to roll with him under the blanket. "Yes this is diem. Diem-diem nyiumin you!" karel whispered while tickling Acha's neck with a touch of her lips.
"Carels.." Acha giggled feeling an amused sensation on her neck.