Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Happened....

She's very pretty. The beauty of Rhea and Stella, although her hair is not too long, and -- I do not know her name, maybe it is a type of wavy hair. Although it was not as black, straight, and shiny as Rhea and Stella's hair, but that tanned hair was perfect for her. The beauty of her body was comparable to Stella. And, although she was not as white as the two women, but my girl won a landslide, because she was much younger. More exciting. Moreover, really, she seemed to fit in with the old brown bra she was wearing.

Yeah, I started kissing her lips. And, wow! I was like a man who had just fallen in love - I could feel the sweet taste of those pretty lips in my mouth. Then I closed my eyes, the smell of jasmine pulling me down her neck. Fragrance-a scent that stirs my cannibal side in an instant.

"Eum...," he*elenguh felt my greeting around his neck.

Well, instincts are increasingly taking over my consciousness, knowing my hand is already over his chest. Feeling a foreign sensation -- which is still original. I realized the difference between that sahara and the one I've been touching. Rhea, Stella, or Lady, their sahara is not that loud. It was as if there was something in it that was still intact. I made myself believe, that's a peach that has never been touched by a man's ignorant hand. And waw! I feel very happy. I don't know.

"I want to feel it, baby."

As if asking for permission. Though, no. Not at all. I knew the girl was unconscious due to the influence of alcohol. But, well, I asked her to speak - as if only to smooth my cunning of wanting to touch and explore the top of her sahara. After all, it*is getting so -- the more it makes me want to be his interviewer, more and more. Yep, greedily, my mouth is enjoying it. I admit, she's a real treat, more than any woman I've ever touched.

If his chest alone is this wise, especially...

I went down, and took off the last cloth.

And, again. I can't stand it. Start with my naughty fingers, then the tongue that goes wild, to the lips and mouth that are sassy. Oh, man... My girl is getting so funny*.*sexy restlessness keeps getting away from her lips. Seductively.

"Darling, I'm in, huh? You need me, I need you too. Can, right?"

Again he was*tough-as if to answer me, allowing me to touch him and touch him madly. So, what, that was indeed the answer for me, I thought --justifying myself.

He wants it just like me. I smile. "Well, I'm gonna end your suffering, honey."

I took off all my clothes without exception, then went back to bed. Lower my girl's legs and direct myself into her throne. And...

"Don...."

"Uh.. oh, sick...." His face grinned, and he bit his lips to endure the pain. "Hmm.. uh!"

I liked. The sound of*affirmation is exciting. That sounds sexy. I'm getting impatient to successfully sink in the whole thing.

Slowly, I pressed back...

"Sakiiiiiit..," he grimaced.

"Hold, honey."

"Saki.it...."

"A little more. Please, hold."

And...

"Eummmmm..!" says...!" she screamed with her loud and weak voice. Painfulness. A clear thread dripped from the corner of his eye.

Yep, sure enough, not too long -- I've managed to tear off the layer that was blocking me. I was completely immersed too.

"Sorry, Honey. I made you shed tears."

Even more than that, I made him hurt until he bled down there.

"Sorry," I said again. Then I removed the tears that had dripped from the corner of his eye - the painful effects of his shock that had been taken away by me.