I'm Your Widow Duda
NEED MONEY

Long enough Sita and Robert stayed in the car that was still in the parking lot.

"Your car has air conditioning?" Sita asked who had not stopped shaking her hand to fan her hot body.

"I've been lighting up since. You still hot?" Robert was confused.

"Eitherway! It feels weird!" Sita had already buried her head in Robert's car dashboard.

"What are you doing here?" Robert asked as he placed the back of his hand on Sita's neck. It was slightly warm and the woman immediately squirmed.

"Finding money." Sita's voice choked in her throat as Robert raised his hand again . The woman's face had turned red.

"By selling yourself?" Robert looked in disbelief at Sita.

"I'm confused!" Sergeh Sita while rem*s the end of his dress as if holding something back. I want to tear off my own clothes now. Is Sita crazy?

"I need money for my surgery and I don't know where to borrow."

"Then someone offered me a job and I didn't think long."

"I refused, too, but I was threatened." Rem*san Sita's hand at the end of her dress is getting stronger.

"They gave you a drink?" Asked Robert who again stretched out his hand to wipe the face of Sita who had reddened.

"I don't know!" Sita's breath was puffed. But Robert's hand felt so comfortable. So Sita held the man's hand as Robert was about to raise it.

"Damn!" Umpat Robert who of course immediately understood what happened to Sita. There is no way Robert can take this woman home because if her desire is not explained, I don't know what Sita will do. Sita could have hurt herself or Angga.

Robert stared at the hotel in front of the nightclub where he had met Liam's client. Robert was offered a room by Liam's client, but Robert refused.

But it seems that now Robert will be using that room.

"Robert, can you get a cooler in your car?" Pinta Sita who has wriggled no because. Robert did not answer and immediately stepped on the accelerator and crossed over to the hotel in front of the nightclub. Robert grabbed a bottle of alcohol in the back seat of his car, then swigged at its contents greedily. The heat instantly burned the man's esophagus.

"What are you drinking? May I ask? I was overheated," raced Sita stammered with breath already panting.

Ting!

The elevator finally reached the floor where Robert's room was located. Robert held Sita ala bridal out of the elevator, then immediately took her into the room. Robert landed Sita carefully onto the bed and the woman squirmed wildly again.

"Darling!" Sita pulled the body of Robert who was also half-stayed due to the influence of alcohol, then unceremoniously joined his lips with Robert's lips that felt cold.

"Sorry, Sita!" Robert's real mind is still conscious of everything that is happening. But the situation is completely unfavorable to Robert, and Robert is forced to do so tonight.

After the hot kiss scene between Robert and Sita, now the two bodies are both naked and clutching each other. No more barriers. Belonging to Robert and Sita have even intertwined in the passion of warmth.

"Emmmh!" Robert nodded when he finally returned to do this with a woman he had just known. Three more years did not do it, making Robert very much enjoyed.

Until late at night, the struggle of Robert and Sita just ended. Sita and Robert immediately fell asleep still with a body that was both filled with sweat.

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"Grandma, is Mama back?" Ask Angga who woke up from his sleep. The six-year-old boy had been visibly agitated since then because Sita had not returned to the hospital.

"Maybe Mama went straight home tired, Angga! Orgy sleeps again, yes!" Persuak Bu Tutik while gently rubbing the head of Angga. Bu Tutik is actually also worried because Sita who has not returned when it is past midnight. But maybe Sita did go straight home and sleep at home. I hope Mama Angga is okay.

"Later when mama comes, Grandma wakes up Angga, yes!" Angga's message that only muttered because the boy's eyes were closed again. It seems like Angga is heavy sleepy.

Bu Tutik finally decided to sleep also still while holding the head of Angga.

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