Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Testing Adrenaline

My wife's pretty lips went forward two inches when she had to put pounds on her red neck, while I was not constantly giggling. He had just fixed his bra and buttoned his shirt back while frowning. He said I was a bitch, I liked to make him bother in inappropriate situations.

"You know, no, those moments you said weren't exactly the ones that were fun and stressful. It makes my adrenaline as a real man so challenged."

Response no. Her lips continued to thaw while her eyes focused on the glass.

"Mas...," Suci whined to realize my hand slipped under her skirt. "Wait to go home. It'll stick around."

I'm shaking. "After you have a change of clothes."

"But we're going to the hospital, ma'am."

"I know." My hand caressed the inside.

"Yes already, deh. I resigned," whined. He leaned back and stretched out his chair, then stretched out his legs. "Quickly, yeah. Don't you take it long."

Eh?

"You're asking or giving orders?"

"Please, Mas Mesuuuuuum...!"

"Oh my goodness, honey. I was just kidding. But now it's wasteful to ignore you."

He kept frowning, but this time it wasn't real. He was desperately holding a smile. "Quick, Mas! I'll change my mind, lo!"

Yes already. Just hauk. His name also forced the wife, right? Moreover, he has already removed his pants**name. It is forbidden to redundant, you know!

I opened my belt and lowered the zipper, then shuffled onto it. I poked my feet under her thighs which were now above my thighs.

"Pass," said he. He's relaxed. "Don't be long, yeah."

Sacred was closed to the rhythm of my movements to her. At that time I was asked a question in my mind, what was with the figure in front of me that he was so delicious and made me always addicted to touch it? She feels so sweet, even I can categorize her taste which also feels savory and delicious. How he made me want to be always busy in bed with him, always making love to him.

"I'm crazy about you" I said softly in his ear. "I'm so crazy."

Sacred smiled, then opened his eyes. "My magic is a tucker, right? Potent!"

Anxious. I pecked the tip of his nose with my lips. "Let's. Wanna magic, cake. Useful. I'm happy with you."

"I'm happy with you too...!" the litching.

I knew he was deliberately yelling to express himself and his madness. And I'm getting hooked on going crazy with him. Forgetting that we were in people's homes. Then...

He reached out, removed the buttons on my shirt, and removed them from my body, plus - also my inner sweatshirt. Then he smiled as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to his chest. "Be careful before your time runs out."

I lifted my head, my forehead practically frowning and asked, "What does that mean?"

"Later if my ASI is filled, I won't let you play around here anymore."

The wave folds on my forehead are getting more and more so. "Casual dong, it's still a long time, right? Still my allotment, honey." I put my lips back there with anxiety, and then we went back to mixing love.

A long time later, we didn't feel our sweat was pouring out. If this is the case, I have to stick myself to him. He likes it when our sweat melts. Blending in. Sticking each other's scent on each other's bodies.

And just at that moment, Rhea approached our car. No, it wasn't me who realized Rhea's whereabouts the first time, but Saints. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the woman walking and a few more steps up to our car.

Geez, I don't find a character like Saints in other women. "There's your ex-wife" he whispered. "Pretend not to know." He closed his eyes and pressed his hands against my body. I comply. Relaxing I continued to move with a slow rhythm. "I love you, Mas. I'm crazy about you, "he said, testing my adrenaline more and making me more challenged, and excited*.

After that, I pulled back a little, then looked outside. Rhea has moved away from our place. I don't know for sure, but he was probably curious to see our car wobbling and he must have peered at us through that pitch-black window. Let it be, let him know it feels like burning anger. Like I used to feel. Equitable revenge, isn't it? Karma is always there. Real!