I'm Not Miss Night
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Then without further ado hendra opened one by one the clothes of widia his eyes immediately stared at the hungry smooth body of widia.

"Tonight you belong to me, dear."

BRAKKKIS....

The sound of the door being broken down by force, memangelangkan om hendra who was staring hungry body makeup widia.

"Who are you, how dare you bother me." Shouted om hendra at the man who had broken down the door of his hotel room.

Angga who heard om hendra's words, walked up to him at his sight widia was not wearing a thread on his body.

"How dare you touch my woman." Shouts of pride while hitting om hendra.

Bugwg...

Om hendra grimaced in pain while wiping the blood at the corner of her lips.

Then the mango walked up to the widia and covered the plain body of the widia using a blanket and directly carried the body of the widia and took it out of the hotel room.

"Wait a minute, how dare you take my woman." Speak to hendra.

Angga just kept silent while looking at om hendra with his deadly gaze.

"You don't know who I am yet, how dare you interrupt my night. I'm hendra subarja owner of the largest company in Jakarta." Arrogant speech.

"Haha... Biggest company, riko cancel the contract of cooperation with that person." Proud speech.

"Good sir."

"Yes I'm anga aji gumilar." Pride while grinning and immediately leave om hendra who grieves his fate for dealing with the mango aji gumilar.

"Let's my company."

Somewhere else...

It looks like the middle mango laid the body of the widia which is only covered with a blanket.

He wanted to satisfy his lust with widia but he was not a cowardly man who touched a woman who was being affected by drugs.

Do not want, lingering staring at the body teasing widia angga prefer to go to the bathroom satisfy his lust with his own hands. 😂😂😂

It took quite a long time to be in the bathroom and then he came out using a hotel towel and walked to the bed where the widia lay, in view of the sweet face of the widia. Even though she was asleep, Widia was beautiful.

Somehow the pride wants to conquer the heart of the woman in front of him, whether the attraction of what is owned by widia to make the pride become like this.

Usually the pride never cared for any woman, he was always famous indifferent and play boy to every woman he met, he said, for him women are just clothes if you are bored then you need to throw away and replace with a new one.

But that thought changed the instant she met widia, the first woman who dared to slap herself in public, the first woman who was not interested in her charm, the first woman who dared to kick his future and the first woman he slept in was still holy. Because every time he fucks a woman they have is like a gaping cave.

Sometimes the pride always smiles on its own when considering the women in his sleep are like a car that brakes blong when entered there are no obstacles just escaped into, he said, no more clamping .

Proud looks smile to themselves when thinking of the women he hired to satisfy his lust.

Not wanting to keep thinking about those silly things, the mango prefers to join her lying next to the widia, while her hands hugged the slim waist of the widia and then joined close her eyes and fall asleep towards dreamland.