Guardian Flowers
Imprisonment Attack
Lionel continued to curse, his body had already started to numb due to the position he was taking now. Even his nose was itchy because the rogue grass kept teasing him, Lionel almost sneezing if the man did not hold it all his might.
In addition, the rogue ants began to roam his body, into his clothes and move towards every curve of his body, including something between his thighs.
Lionel hope the little animal does not bite something behind the boxer. I don't know what happens if it happens, maybe the hiding will be in vain. Gentala and the people in this house will find it easily.
Damnit damnit!
The little ant was getting brazen, Lionel was getting more and more agitated. His jaw tightened, his breath held for a while as he tried to reach into something behind the jeans he was wearing.
"Where did you meet?"
The movement of Lionel's hand stopped, he further tightened his body into the grass and it managed to make the little red ant come back loose.
Nyuuuttt!
"Fuck-in-," said Lionel restrained, even his face looks flushed red as the little red ant managed to bite his inner thigh. Grateful that the future area of the limited edition was not affected, if only the ant was wrong server maybe in that area the size will increase.
"There is no Master! I'm the same Mang Usman has been around the house continues to the road area as well, but nothing suspicious!" a man wearing a security uniform looked breathless, the tall skinny man looked tired after running around.
"The gondrong rat must be hiding in the hole! look out if you meet, I'm sure he's." he growled.
Gentala turned around, the man who only wore a squatting elephant stamp and an oversize plain white T-shirt walked away from the hiding area of the Rat Gondrong.
The old man lifted his scabbard high to make his steps easier. Every now and then he snorted in annoyance, the mosquito racket he had in his hand was attached to a sturdy shoulder that was no longer fresh. Gentala gave a rough sigh, she stopped her steps and turned to the man who was still faithful to follow her.
"Pak Samsul take care of it again! the mouse came out on its own. If we find him he will not meet, what else comes out!" seriously, his eyes looked intently at the man who had long been devoted to his family.
"Ready Sir! anyway sir don't worry I'll always be on standby 86!"
Gentala nodded, she no longer let out a voice to rule. The three-clouded man was seen stepping back into the house, looking relaxed but his eyes kept scanning into every corner. Unbeknownst to anyone, one corner of his lips lifted his gaze back as usual.
"Imel, make me coffee dong!" he exclaimed in a spoiled tone. The old Gentala was unable to remove his potent attitude to Imelda Tiur the Wife.
On the other hand, Liara was seen back and forth in her room. The girl looked towards the balcony with anxious feelings. Floodlights still illuminate the residence of Gentala Prayoga, which means Lionel will not be able to get out of this house easily. Unless the man had teleportation capable of moving his body in an instant to another place.
Because now the spider demon was at war with an army of ants that attacked his defense.
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On the edge of the highway that is still quite crowded, a girl continues to babble on her own while braining the red matic motorbike she carries.
The motorbike belonging to the gardener in his house suddenly died, as a result the girl panicked half to death. He ran away from home to buy something, in fact the Papa did not allow it but the girl was quite stubborn and finally ran away with the motorcycle of the gardener.
"Delight! this must have been because of Papa's prayer. Papa doain ugly Mang Yayan motorcycle strike, where I do not know the real way again. Oh my God, please give me one cute prince to help you on the bike. Delila sincerely became his girlfriend until there was a prince who came to continue to be able to live on these antiques!"
The girl continued to babble, whether consciously or not her speech was welcomed by the boos that came suddenly arrived.
Not because it was granted, but because the rain that arrived just fell without a cue made the girl who was about to turn eighteen years old squeal in shock.
Too late to take shelter, head to feet wet. The sky is not responsible for shedding its cries tonight. Delila's two beautiful eyes stared at the nanar on this dead motor that she could not use.
"AAAKKHHHHH!" his screams were full of annoyance, muffled by the rain.
"FUCKOOOO!" continued.
With the resignation of Delila sitting on the asphalt, both of her legs thrashed to remove the flip-flops belonging to her maid who she was wearing without permission. The lady sobbed, she slumped her face between her knees.
Rainwater makes the stuffing muffled. No one was willing to help her, she was cold and alone - until after a long wait for a worn, rusty car to come closer. The car's old lights were shining sharply, but that didn't make Delila lift her face.
The girl was still crying, even when the old car stopped - Delila was completely unaware of it.
HOW MANY CENTI BANG GARA SI ANTS 😭😭🏃🏃🏃🏃