Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
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Encouraged by anger, I drove back home like a fidelity. I couldn't think and my blood boiled full of disgust at the dirty game - which dared to attack me from behind.

At the same time, I was surrounded by unanswered questions, dangerous questions. Who's been spanking me?

It can't be an unknown person, it can't be a friend, and it can't be just a joke. There must be a purpose. At least to torture myself.

Yeah, it must be people around me. And the possibility: Stella.

Wh why? A vendetta? Well, whoever he is, I won't let go.

It took me to head to the side pavilion and sneak into the basement to meet Rhea. But I didn't do it. He's disgusting, and I've divorced him.

"OK, accept this torture, Rangga. Enjoy your rattles."

I got out of the car and rushed into the house, ran -- darted - through the stairs and locked myself in the room. The people who saw me in a state of chaos just gawked to notice, unable to do anything.

In agonizing torment, I took off all my clothes and I went into the bathroom, I turned the water tap to the pouring, I watered my body.

"Master?"

Sacred?

"Master is fine?" his yell. I guess he was already in my room.

I closed the water tap for a moment. "Why did you come here? Go!" I said, I screamed back.

Silent for a moment, then a loud impact sound was heard and the object fell to the floor, breaking.

Ashtray, I thought. Glass ashtray.

I quickly came out of the bathroom and found Saints on the floor, in front of him scattered shards of ashtrays that almost hit his palm.

"Don't be stupid!" my snapping. "Why did you come here?" I was still upset, and it carried on until I seemed to be angry at Saints. In fact, what's wrong? He just went into my room because he was worried about me.

Oh, shite! Saints do not say, it looks scared. Then he cried.

"Sori," I said. I helped him stand up. "I didn't mean to scold you. Please don't take heart."

I'm ashamed to admit it. "Em" I said. Just so.

With hesitation, he grabbed my hand and stuck my hand on his cheek. "Let me help you" he said.

I was stunned, my heart that was beating violently - almost jumped from its place. "meaning?"

"I get. I understand the situation, sir. And. I don't want you to be tormented all night. Please, accept my help. I'm sincere."

I'm shaking. "No, don't be crazy" I refused, though my sweat began to pour back and my head was throbbing violently, a tremendous pain. "Don't decide something that will make you regret it. Please, you're out, huh?"

"I beg you, don't refuse. Let me sacrifice myself for you, Sir. I won't blame you for this."

Go, Rangga! Run idiot!

But I didn't run. Although this beautiful girl in front of me offered herself, but she did not look like a woman who was teasing me. He doesn't look cheap in my eyes. And though it was wrong, his sincerity I cannot doubt.

"You sure?"

He's nodding.

"You won't regret it?"

"No."

"But...."

"Please. I'm sincere."

I breathe heavily. "Sorry," I said. Then I kissed her, then began to take off her clothes, stepping onto the bed, I held her gently, as light as a feather to my strong arms. I laid Holy on the blanket and began the warmth with him.

First make love slowly, then all out, not holding anything back. Fused, perfect.

After it was over, we hugged, smiled happily, and I whispered, "Thanks."

Sacred nodded, only blushing in a smile, while my eyes did not blink, I wanted to enjoy this scene. She, my beautiful girl, is warm in arms.