Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
The Unexpected Meeting

The prey...?

I, who was drunk, could not deny that thought. I think so too. I need a body to channel my growing passion.

Think of it as a beloved shoot, ulam also arrived, Rangga. He or Rhea, it's the same, right? Not your wife either. After all, Rhea was already enjoyed by other men. If this girl, who knows, maybe she's still a virgin. And that virginity is for you. Feel sweet. It's a stroke of luck.

Argha! The desire in my soul is further undermining. I can't hold it.

"Hot..," the girl whimpered. It seemed that he was so drunk that he could not stand up, even to open his eyes. But he didn't faint. "Please...."

Wait what else? He needs your help. You needit. You two bodies that meet to complement each other. Come, Rangga.

"Well, you're the one who came, and you need my help." I approached her closer, and I crouched down to carry her. "Wait a minute" I said to myself. I flicked the hair that covered her face, worried that she wasn't a girl, but. ah, you know what I mean. And to be honest, I'm a picky guy. I know you understand what I mean, too. I just want a beautiful woman. So, I have to check and make sure of it first. Later then...

"You?"

Oh, man. My girl. Yes, that's my girl. The girl who came into my dreams several times.

I touched her, stroked her face with my finger - making sure that what I was experiencing right now was real. And I'm glad it's not the braids, the arid tubs that rain. Know how happy it is?

"I'm not dreaming, not just hallucinating" I murmured.

I brought him home.

Along the way, he was endlessly grimacing, hot he said. In my brain, I think that he's not just drunk, but under the influence of a drug*. Unbeknownst to me - - when I focused on speeding on the streets, the heat made him pull his clothes until all the buttons were released and almost dated. His shoulders and chest were fully exposed.

Geez, she's so seductive. Perfectly beautiful and sexy blend. Seeing him, it makes me burn more and more desire.

Before I carried him and carried him into the house - to be exact to my room, I took off my suit and used it to cover his almost innocent chest. I don't want that pretty body seen by anyone else. Only I can see it, I thought. In an instant, I indirectly pledged myself: I am the owner, he is mine.

Arriving in the room, very gently and slowly, I lowered him to my bed. Then she pulled the hair around her neck. Clearly, he was greatly tormented due to the heat burning him from within.

"Hot...," she whispered.

I reflexively approached, closer. "You're really pretty" I murmured.

The girl continued to slowly*, turning to the right and to the left while removing my coat from her body, and she wanted to remove her hand from the dress she was wearing, but he had trouble doing it lying down. He had trouble pulling his clothes.

My hands are starting to get too big. First help her take off her dress. But...

Can't stand. I can't take it anymore!