Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
My favorite

Adorable. She's so cute. I'm not focused on listening to his words, but rather enjoying the way he conveys them, his expression, the way he talks, his innocence, his funnyness. It makes me so nervous.

"Yes, already. I understand."

Okay. I pulled her hand and I took her to sit on the couch. No, I asked her to sit on my lap. "You're beautiful. Just as beautiful as my ex-wife. In fact, you're much younger, fresher, funnier, cute, cute. Everything is in you. There is no reason for me to be ashamed of introducing yourself as my wife. I'm proud to have you. In fact, if you don't forbid me from welcoming your presence in this company, or having our wedding reception on a grand scale, I will do so as I'm happy and proud to have you. Swears."

"Certainly? Why don't you go to the show? Just because you don't want to meet the ex-in-law?"

You don't understand, honey. I'm afraid of myself. I was afraid to face my guilt for locking up their child.

"Not to be discussed" that's all I can say.

The saint understood. "Alright, but I can't go, right? I promise, I'll dress up extra pretty and not embarrass my husband at the party."

"No need to dress up extra, you're already beautiful from there."

"Haha, you tombal! Your praise can make me float, you know!"

"O yeah? I thought only my touch could do that."

He's tickling. "Law.. fished...."

"Yep. And I've got the fish."

"I'm not a fish." said the Saint as he poked my chest playfully.

"If not fish, then what? You like to squirm, right? Floundering like a fish. Ha ha ha."

Geez, I unintentionally laughed out loud, while Saints raised her sweet lips two inches. I was fatigued, and grabbed those lips with a passion that was beginning to rise. We hugged and kissed like a pair of love-drunk teenagers.

"You're intoxicating" I whispered as I*gold him.

He glanced happily. "Well, you really know how to get a girl into bed, don't you?"

I smile. "Only my wife, and anything else that needs to be done to please her."

"I like it" he whispered.

"And I love you."

"Me too...."

"Of course, my superior is tough. I'm already under you, aren't I? So, please. I am yours."

Thats right's. She is mine. In an instant -- which was actually not too short, all our clothes had floated and scattered on the floor. And now...

Eum....

We kissed, hot and deep, while he opened his leg interval and gave me access to and dive into the depths of his love. I could never resist, making out with her could always make me excited. We fuck, slowly...

slowly...

and...

Vod....

"Buck...."

"Wisdom?"

"Em, more than anything. You're really intoxicating."

Well, we're struggling, holding nothing back. With legs and arms wrapped around each other like fused-sticked with the distinctive smell of sweat. Plop, plop, fizz, fizz. And ah!

We reached the top. Perfect. Really, it's a delicious and very satisfying feeling of tiredness.

"Mass?"

"Emm?"

"You're alive, right?"

Eh?

"I'm worried about your heart. This sport is too extreme."

Hmm. You see, my adorable young wife.

"I'm in my thirties, honey...."