Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Respecting you

I can guess, the Sacred heart beats twice as fast. And it became three times firmer when I kissed her brown hair, right by her ear. Then, I moved to release a hug, and looked at the girl in front of me deeply. Unknowingly, I brought my face closer, my eyes closed, and kissed the red lips gently. Then pull him until his body sticks to me.

Somehow at first, in an instant my tongue had already explored his mouth cavity. We drift in touch, hugs, and kisses. After a few minutes that felt long for both of us, Sacred pulled away from me, but I held her back, and peppered her lips again.

"Had it," he said as he let go gently.

I looked disappointed. "I want you" I said.

"Mas..," he said slowly.

Pretending to be deaf, my hands scoured his back in an *ensual motion.

Sacred froze, lulled with a touch from my hand. Even me, who was drunk by the charm of the girl in front of me. She's really pretty. His thick eyebrows, his brown eyes just like mine, his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his chin, his body, everything inside of him seemed perfect in my eyes.

I touched her face, grabbed her, and whispered, "You're so beautiful...."

My brain is completely paralysed, Holy as well - I guess. He stopped me not one bit more when I threw himself on the bed and took off all his clothes one by one. We drift in intoxicating pleasure.

Hmm.. I touched everything, barely a inch escaped my hands and lips. But...

When I want to take off my clothes...

The way to respect a woman is to not touch her before she officially becomes your wife.

Gluey!

Oh, Mam.

Forgive Rangga, Ma....

"Why?" holy asked a moment after I wrapped her innocent body in a blanket.

I stroked her face and kissed her forehead long enough. After that it sidled, laying down my body beside her. I lifted his head slightly and put it on my shoulder. "It's okay, honey. I'm sorry, yeah."

"I'm sorry? For what, Mom?"

"I'm sorry for being so rude."

"I mean... you... because...?"

"Because I intend to touch you."

Sacred shifted her body slightly, tilting towards me. "Because it's not under the control of alcohol or drugs?"

"Yes. It's like I don't respect you. Sorry, yeah, I've been so presumptuous."

Holy took out his hand from under the blanket, then attached it to my bare left chest. Without him knowing, his hand was directly above my tattoo, engraving the name Rhea. Good thing he can't see it, my heart. I'll modify it later if I can. Lest Holy could see, he saw my tattoo with the engraving of my ex-wife's name. It would definitely bother him, and he might not want me to be bare-chested before him.

"I don't feel harassed. I want to do it with feelings." Then he fell silent and pursed his lips, he became aware of what he had just said. "Emm. sorry... Mas. I'm...."

I-i understand. She's a young girl who's just tasted the pleasure of a touch of attacking men. So I can decry her. I consider his attitude to be natural if at this time he has a very high desire to the point that he cannot control himself. Even if it's not really the right thing.