Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Freer

"Patience a little" protested Holy when he accidentally nearly dropped the bowl he had in his hand.

I'm shaking. "Focus on your part. And I'm focused on my part."

"Where could, Mas..," he whined.*sexy suppositions practically escaped his lips.

Oh, he's making my passion burn.

"Geez, my mom...."

"Shhh...."

"ouch!"

"Wisdom, right?"

"Yes, anyway. But I...."

"Rilex, Baby. Just enjoy it."

Quailed. Both of his legs were wobbly and he had to support his body with both hands held at the side of the sink.*the impression was really sexy when I took the soft part with my mouth. And, the taste of delicacy rippled among its sweet aroma. Which is tempting and makes me want to keep feeling it. But...

"Oh my goodness, my. Crazy you..,"*rang. His whole nerves are stiffening.

Ughhhh! He grabbed my hair. Makes me think, how about when she gives birth? This is how he gripped my hair so tightly. Duh.. duh... duh.

"Ouch, Mum...!" he again let out a delicious moan, so deeply permeating as I bit and could* his shoulder.

"In a moment, Mom," he said. "And by the way, I don't have much of a plan, but really, whatever you want, we can do it without exception. Anything." anything."

And this is what I want. As soon as he was done with his busyness in the sink, I lifted one leg, bent the knee and put it comfortably on the counter, and I immediately positioned myself until we fused perfectly.

"Please, look down a little bit" I asked.

Sacred according, leaning her body and I offset. Our movements with rhythm and rhythm are regular, relaxed, but still Suci feel uncomfortable if lingering with such a position. Her waist was sore and I had to let go. As soon as Holy stood up straight again, he turned around and I used the pause to hug him. Kiss his lips, cheeks, and neck, then start over.

"I want to go in" I whispered later.

Saints nodded, then I slowly lifted him up and sat him down beside the sink. "Let's get it done" he said, whispering back and a warm smile re-expanding. She's really pretty and sweet. My adorable little cat.

I smiled with satisfaction, triumphant as I welcomed my freedom. "I want to torture you, baby. You can beg for mercy if you need to, but I think I'll have a hard time holding back."

Huh!

He chuckles. "Don't frighten me, Mas. I'm afraid I can't bear it."

Then enjoy it! Why prevent me? I think I've been possessed by a demon of love.

"Mas!" he flinched, feeling a sudden powerful attack. "Yes God! Good Lord! Oh...!"

Echoing. He said strong* and really held nothing in the closed room until his voice echoed, almost shrill splitting the room. Truly, I am content with the freedom we have, plus the unnecessary wildness of being held against each other. Then, just after I lowered back our lovemaking rhythm, Sacred hooked her legs on my waist while both her hands curled back and neck. We fused, stuck, punched and smashed to sweat: wet, *suffled with an irregular roar of breath, and, ending with *groan as we reached the top together. Oh, that's so sweet.

Really, it's a beautiful honeymoon. Thank you, dear....