Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Ups!

"So, where's my gift?"

"Oh, oh, the biller!"

"That's why I came here, isn't it?"

"Well, fine if you charge, I'll give it to you."

He grabbed me without warning until we both staggered onto the sofa. It happened because I was not ready, let alone alert, plus not focused on him. While Stella seemed to be an expert, she was right above me, piercing me, and directly attacking my lips.

"Gift for you" he whispered.

Ughhhh! How'this? It would be hypocritical if I refused.

Well, I got Stella's kiss. We kissed, deep, and full of passion. Not quite getting there, Stella pulled down her zipper - giving me access to explore her body. I'm terlena. I don't want my hand to touch her reflexively.

"You like me?"

I just looked into his eyes, not even. Although I really want to, I want to say: yes, to your body. I'm interested in your body. But I didn't say, I didn't have the heart to hurt her feelings. But to Stella, every touch of mine and the red mark I put on her chest was a yes.

Stella*loooh, she likes my every touch. After a few minutes, he stood up, took off his pants* in a quick motion, and threw them at me.

I didn't budge, just smirked cunningly with a straight look at his barely closed body. And...

Ughhhh!

Stella sat on the sofa with her knees raised, with her core pointed at me. To be honest there was a bit of disgust I saw it, obviously because I had no feelings for the woman. I don't love her. In my eyes, looking at her with such poses and expressions, she looks like a seductive woman. Seems so street*.

"Do it, please...?"

I thought for a moment. And once again, honestly, inside my pants it was already stuffy. Butno. "Don't shake my principles."

"Please... I need you, Rangga. I can't stand it."

"Well, I'm giving you a little help."

"good. I look forward to your greatness."

"Come, Ngga. Please...."

Going in? Okay fine!

The cusss...!

"Well...."

Just fingers.

"Please.. I want yours...."

I just smiled, but I didn't stop. The more Stella dares*, the more I attack. Until he's exhausted.

"Evil you. I want you all."

I hold my lips, though a little can't. I can't stand not laughing at him. "Not yet, Stell. At least I helped you, right?"

"Shoppers! Guy sucks!" He scowled and went upstairs, probably to his room.

In the meantime I went to her kitchen, to the sink to wash my hands. Well, I need some soap.

Huh!

That night Stella showed her ability, she cooked our own dinner, macaroni with vodka sauce, pasta, salad and a bottle of Brunello from Erlan Nasution's private wine cellar. Dinner is served. Everything is exactly as I like it.

We ate and talked about Stella's trip. He had just returned from Paris a few days earlier.

"Know no, I'm thinking about something," Stella said as she funnelled the fork into the rest of her macaroni. "What if we travel together? Going on a vacation out of town for example?"

I smiled a little. "Looks like you meant to take me on my honeymoon. Huh yeah?"

"If you're ready, why not? Maybe to Bali? Or going abroad? The ones that are close. Honeymoon to Singapore, for example?"

We laughed. In addition to beautiful, Stella is a fun figure to be invited to joke. It's just that, sometimes I feel like there's something terrible inside of him. Something that cannot be seen.