Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Here's Time!

Like myself, Raymond wasn't so sure that he wanted to roll in a dusty stall even with a beautiful woman underneath and a haystack that was a soft pad. But he kept doing it, his passionate desire had already taken over his consciousness. By lowering her pants down a bit, she walked in and started off in a relaxed style.

I admit, when the woman was shaken and the peaches were wobbling, my mouth dried, my breath blocked, and the noise of the runway faded into the void *ensual. The eyes of the woman are big and beautiful. The fragrance of his body was alluring, even inside the stables. Almost all my sane minds flew.

"Oh!"

That's Raymond's Oh. With a little surprise, I watched the woman clutch and bite Raymond on the shoulder. Strong-handed. Then his nails pressed firmly against Raymond's back skin. The pain made Raymond's passion rise wildly. Beneath her, the woman inched as Raymond's mouth searched and crept her up. They kiss hot. His hips curved gently towards Raymond.

Well, I realized something. Raymond's sick. His desire to make love wildly and violently, this was already beyond the limits of madness towards *ex.

I'm not paying attention anymore. The only question in my mind: why and how did Raymond get there?

I opted out of the stables before Raymond was done with his madness, followed by Roby who inexplicably came out, it was beyond my expectations. While Roy is still waiting his turn, I'm not surprised, he's drunk, which is how he is if his mind is under the control of liquor.

Although a little, there is regret in my heart, I should not have fulfilled the invitation of my friends. If it's like this -- I feel its own. Wanted to go home to channel *desire, but I no longer have a wife. Although I wanted to, but my heart objected to having a relationship with a paid woman, it was also reluctant to do so with a woman like Stella.

As I wished, Rhea's first dinner tub came into our house as a newlywed, I mean it used to be, now it's my own house. She is no longer the mistress of my house, no longer the queen of my palace.

I looked from across the candlelit dinner table at Rhea. "You like this?"

"Of course, this reminds me of the first time I set foot in this house. And, yeah, you're still just as romantic. I like it" said Rhea, looking around. Simple and graceful decoration with white linen tablecloth, shiny silver tableware, and its soft lighting.

Rhea tried to equate her body language with her words. It requires serious acting. But no, I can still see the tension of Rhea. He felt like a racehorse at the gate refusing to open.

Right, this is where Rhea and I are now, in the dining room of my palace-like home, the house I dedicate to my beloved wife, which we should have enlivened with the presence of children, he said, a little creature who inherited my blood. This was the last dinner he deserved.

"By the way, what is this in order? It's not our birthday, it's not our anniversary, nor is it valentine. So then?"

Of course to punish you, honey....