Hot Passion of the Doctor
Episode 157's

Keeping their lips in position, Clinton lifted Clara's body to enter the club. In such an environment, what they did was already commonplace. No one who will arrive will ask them to stop.

Clara put her hands around Clinton's neck. He enjoyed every kiss. Arriving in front of a long sofa, Clinton sloshed Clara's body there and let go of her kiss.

He flicked a finger calling the waiter to send an alcoholic drink to them. The officer came to Clinton and wrote her order, and went to prepare her drink.

Clinton lifts Clara's body back, bringing Clara into her room. There, Clinton lowered Clara's body.

" I did my job first. Yesterday I bought you a dress, do you want to wear it tonight? " ask Clinton whispering near Clara's ear.

The atmosphere that night was like the wedding night that was so thrilling for the two people in the room. With a slight blush, Clara nodded, She received a bag from Clinton and saw the contents, a red dress with a very low neck piece. This dress is short a few centi above the knee. Clara swallowed her saliva.

" So, are you serious about wearing this tonight? Sure you won't be tempted? It's open once, you know. " Clara put the dress on and put it on her body.

Clinton looks to pat her head.

" I'm sorry baby, or we'll buy it again if you don't like it. " It seems that the word made Clara feel bad, Clinton had intended to buy her a dress but she refused it, after all she had worn a dress that was shorter and more revealing than this. So what's wrong with him wearing it in front of Clinton.

There was a knock on the door, Clinton approached and received a drink sent by the Officer. Then he closed the door again. And put the drink on the table.

At first glance Clinton looked surprised at Clara who immediately took off her clothes in front of Clinton.

" Hey, why change here? " his protest or rather he likes it but wants to talk bad.

His eyes in shock widened, staring at the beautiful scenery in front of him. It seems like tonight there is no need for stimulant drugs, it will be done.

" Mad, I've seen it before and Mas always tried to take care of me. So it's okay for a second, I change clothes. "

Clinton stepped forward a few steps, eroding her distance from Clara. Clutching Clara's body approached, clinging to her body. His hand pressed down on Clara's waist. Their eyes clashed with each other. Clara had not yet worn the dress, her body covered in a thin, lacy triangle and her breastplate. His innate body made Clinton unable to resist tasting Clara's lips again and again.

" You're really torturing me, Clar. How can I stand it if you deliberately tease me like this, hm? Can you have you tonight? " he asked with a raucous voice. Clinton's fingers groped Clara's cheeks in slow motion.

" A minute, Mas. I'll drink first. " Clara let go of herself, she tried to shake off the nervousness inside her chest with a drink. He turned around and immediately picked up the alcoholic bottle then gulped it down quickly.

" Dear, don't drink. "ban Clinton, but it's too late. The man scratched his nape which did not even itch.

Clinton could not bear to do that to Clara, she immediately took Clara's clothes again and helped Clara wear them. But Clara's hand brushed him off, as if he had been drunk and was under the control of the drug.

" It's not okay, Mas. I was overheated. arrived sultry. " Clara was getting more and more into, She couldn't resist the heat turbulence that was burning her body. He quickly took off all the cloths covering his body and laid down his body on the sofa.

Clinton turned her back, she knew tonight she wouldn't hold back her passion anymore. He was about to take Clara a blanket and cover her body. But again Clara's voice restrained her body.

" Well, I'm really hot, can you please lower the AC temperature? Or do you know how to let me not overheat, Mas? Here help my fan. "sigh Clara. Her voice is intoxicating. Clinton swallowed her saliva, she didn't dare turn her body around. He was afraid that Al's plan was going to happen.

However, a second later Clara had already coiled around her stomach, hugging her body from behind. And began to attack Clinton with such a ferocious attack, making the man inevitably retaliate for every attack.

That night, Clara's defense finally broke down and Clinton was no longer a virgin. He still hugged Clara's body which was still piercing her body in a state of innocence.

Clinton enjoyed the beautiful night. He just doesn't know what he'll say if Clara wakes up tomorrow. The first one to start was Clara. He cursed himself for eating the same plan Al seemed to help him.

*****

The woman squirmed, her eyes still closed. But his hand was moving around. He felt strange as if there were arms and legs hugging him. His eyes blinked, faintly he saw the figure of Clinton in front of him. The woman yawned and closed her eyes again.

" Why the hell I dreamed Mas Clinton this morning blind, like this brain is again not right. "groaning to yourself.

The woman was going to continue her sleep. His head was also a little dizzy. Clara squirmed, she twisted her body. But again he felt something was crushing him. A leg. Clara's eyes immediately opened, her hands clutching those legs and throwing them aside in shock. He got up and sat down. His face turned to the side, he screamed hysterically when he saw Clinton, who was only wearing a boxer, was still sleeping next to him.

" AAAAAA!!! Clinton, what are you doing?? " hysterically shouted.

The man was still snoring, not budging at all. Clara's getting upset. He took a roll and hit Clinton's back many times.

" Wake up, wake up! You did me last night? " clara asked frantically, She just realized her body was plain without wearing a single piece of cloth. Just covered in blankets. Hearing Clara's hysterically crying voice and continuing to beat her, Clinton immediately got up and sat down beside Clara.

" Dear, what's wrong with you? " he asked confusedly, he just woke up, not yet fully conscious. His hand still rubbed his eyes. Until Clara again hit Clinton's arm with a roll made her immediately gasp and widen her eyes looking at Clara who was holding the blanket to cover her open chest. Clinton's brain twisted the memory last night, she remembers. Because the influence of stimulant drugs that make Clara and herself can not resist their appetite to enjoy each other.

Clinton's gaze immediately bowed, feeling guilty as the woman in front of him who was still as unwilling. He knew the expression would be that sad. Though last night he who kissed first, Clinton snorted softly.

Although in his heart he was cheering because of his plan that asked the officers to mix stimulants into their drinks successfully done, just because Clara's expression that arrived made Clinton feel guilty.