IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
Responsibilities
Tense, groggy, awkward, and a bit panicky. That's how two young men felt tonight at the same time, in different rooms. If most men would probably be very happy to be in one room together with a very beautiful woman, but not for the two men. It is precisely these four feelings that are being felt by two young men at this time.
twenty-four-year-old young men named Tito and Yoyo, now again have to face a beautiful woman who becomes his employer. In separate rooms in the same hotel, uncomfortable feelings were stirring in their souls.
Seen there, Tito was sitting on a sofa while circulating his gaze to the hotel room. He never thought he would sleep in a fancy hotel with a woman. The woman herself was cleaning her body in the bathroom.
After waiting for a while, the woman who was with Tito was seen coming out of the bathroom with her body covered using only the winding of the habituk. Her employer looks very sexy and very unsettling to the man who sees her. Tito's chest began to beat as the woman sat next to him, drying her wet hair with a small towel in her hand.
"Now explain, To!" the woman named A zia. Tito who was fretting at the appearance of his employer, increasingly made restless with the order given.
"Explain, what, Miss?" tito asked slightly weakly and a trembling voice. Even Miss A zia's sharp gaze looked scary so Tito did not dare to return the gaze of those eyes.
"Explain, why do you quietly touch my body when I'm drunk?"
Gluey!
Turns out to be true, this still has something to do with the case. Tito was getting more agitated. He even scratched his body several times that did not itch from being too restless in this kind of situation. Tito was silent and busy thinking of the right answer to the question that was very cornering him.
"Nearly a month you work for us, but you have no intention to explain or just mintta sorry. I was quiet but watching, To. Or did you just shut up on purpose so I could call the police?"
Tito's eyes suddenly widened and he immediately rested on the floor. "Sorry, Miss. I know, I was wrong for feeling Miss A zia's body. I'm a lame, Miss. Sorry."
A zia still showed her angry face. "Why am I sorry now? Why not yesterday?"
"Gear me, To. Don't be a coward, look down!" hardik A zia a while later because Tito just kept quiet after saying sorry a few times.
As a man, of course, Tito did not accept being said to be a coward. He immediately looked up, and how surprised he was when he saw that his master had removed the towel covering his body. Now a smooth, white and sexy body was plastered in front of Tito's eyes, making the young man more and more on the verge of anxiety. A zia's legs are wide enough, showing off her lovely, smooth hole without feathers. Tito found it difficult to swallow his saliva.
"Miss!" his screeches.
"Now you touch me, To, when I'm conscious, dare not?" the A zia. His face still showed anger. "Hurry up!" snapped it.
"I-iya, Miss," Tito replied nervously and fearfully. He slowly got up and sat back down on the couch. He rolled in front of A zia right between the stretched legs. Slowly Tito moved his trembling hand towards the beautiful hanging twin hills.
"Why is that slow? The spirit of dong! When silence is silent, the spirit of the rabbis, this is why even kayak had to do it!" a Zia said in a loud voice.
"I-iya, Miss," replied Tito stammered. He further increased the strength of his finger in playing the extremely chewy twin objects belonging to his master. A zia's eyes closed. It was obvious that he really enjoyed the touch of the man. The touch she longed for so long to not feel after being a widow.
"Touch with your mouth, too, To, and you touch my stomach!" tell A zia again.
There was no other choice for Tito than to obey the order of the angry woman. Tito began to advance his face and after being close, his mouth immediately devoured one of the twin hilltops of his master. Tito's finger has also landed perfectly under A zia's stomach and immediately played the hole with a massage of his finger.
"Acci ..."
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