Kiss Me
Want again

That night after Dion closed the cafe, Anwa and Arkana were still sitting in front of the terrace dimly lit.

"Boss, go back, yes" said Dion.

"Well you check all the Yon?"

"Udah Boss," he answered.

Some of the cafe waiters have resigned themselves since just staying Dion the key holder of the cafe that was the last time to go home.

This cafe was founded actually only as a place to hang out young people, because Arkana used to have no fixed office, but it was not, so this cafe is the choice to be used as the headquarters for the children of the restaurant branch.

Dion passed from before them, only a night watchman was assigned to guard this cafe.

"We go home yuk Ar," invited Anwa who already looks sleepy.

"Congratulations huh?"

"Yes, I'm very sticky to want to take a bath," said Anwa again who was uncomfortable with her appearance.

"To the apartment, tomorrow is a holiday" Arkana said.

"But my clothes are not there, only the daleman doang Ar, time will wear your clothes continue without subordinates," whined Anwa.

"And I told you I like you to wear my shirt without my subordinates" the man laughed and kissed his girlfriend's cheek. "That's the cab, let's go home." Arkana grabs Anwa's hand.

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Anwa came out of the bathroom, as usual wearing Arkana's oversized t-shirt. He walked leisurely towards the kitchen taking one glass of water, then led it to the bedroom putting it on the nightstand by the side of the bed.

Arkana had already let out a fine snore. After she cleans herself and is in a bath by Anwa, she decides to go to bed first.

Anwa slipped into the blanket, following the lover who had fallen asleep tired. Giving a kiss of good night, Anwa confirmed her position to be comfortable.

"Eh.. Why wake up?" asked Anwa who was just about to hug the bolster and turn her back to Arkana.

"Wake up" he said, then pressed his lips against the nape of Anwa's neck. Anwa turned her back, stroking her lover's face.

"Here, I hug," he spread out his hands. Arkana went into Anwa's arms, sleeping on the girl's chest.

"I miss, Wa," Arkana said, rubbing her face against Anwa's chest until Anwa kegelian.

"I miss too, Ar" Anwa combed Arkana's hair with her hands.

"One week more not sleeping with you, I became insomnia," he said chuckling with his hands that had entered Anwa's shirt. Groping a flat stomach that always makes it addictive to keep trying to go up or down.

"Ar," said Anwa who had begun to struggle trying to resist his desires.

"Hmm, why?" Arkana began to stiffen the shirt to the top of Anwa's chest. Once upon a time kissed Anwa's lips a glance

Those same sad eyes also seemed to lead them to do further things. Arkana managed to pull the white shirt off the top of Anwa's head.

The chest was still wrapped in pink lace, this time Arkana fluttered a blanket that covered half the body of her lover. Observing from top to bottom the body of his lover who is still wrapped internally, making him swallow saliva many times.

"Ar," said Anwa as Arkana's face drew closer to her face and her hands felt a chest that was the size of her hand.

"What?" Arkana started****** the girl's lips, this crazy sweet and warm thing for a week didn't feel it back it was bitten.

Anwa's lower lip which she bit and she pulled it finally let out a sigh that Arkana had wanted to hear, again spur adrenaline quickly.

The kiss was getting down the longer, Arkana's eyes seemed to ask the owner's permission to release the lacy from his throne.

"May ya" whispered Arkana and bit Anwa's ear.

A soft whimper was heard as Arkana landed a kiss on Anwa's chest. The girl stiffened, a gentle massage back Arkana gave it to one side of the other, and another hand was still trying to untie the pink lacy.

This time Arkana must be satisfied with his efforts to remove the link. Something that was always closed was finally clearly visible in his eyes, Anwa tried to cover with both hands.

"Don't close it" Arkana said, carrying Anwa's hands on the girl's head. "Let me enjoy it first by looking at it."

"Ar.. I'm ashamed" said Anwa with a face that could no longer be described.

"Funny yes, Wa," said Arkana smilingly watching the object, then kissing it.

Sighing back, Anwa no longer knows how to hold all this. When his hand accidentally touched Arkana's, the man complained.

"Why?"

"Who's grandpa emesh, Ar."

"This, can ya?"

Without asking for Anwa's approval, Arkana was already on Anwa's body, her hands had started to go down Anwa's pants.

"Well, how wet?"

"Huh? what's?" Anwa felt hers still covered, and saw the bloodstains on her hands. "I'm menstruating, Ar."

Then pushing Arkana's body, Anwa ran to pick something up in her bag and took it to the bathroom with a body that only wore ****** *****, he turned towards Arkana who was sitting looking at the girl.

"Patience, yes" Anwa said without a voice and smiled triumphantly.

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A hot night filled with fondling was also ushering them to welcome a morning filled with love.

"For Ar," said Anwa who was already in the kitchen, who was burning bread studded with chocolate meisis a lot in accordance with the likes of Arkana.

The man still hugged her from behind, smearing the nape of the girl's neck, while swaying their bodies.

"Wash your face, I'll make you coffee or tea?"

"You can have milk from here too" he said squeezing Anwa's chest.

"Aw.. sick Ar," Anwa complained.

"That's not finished, Wa. I want it again."

Anwa laughs. "Not yet your windfall, Ar."

"How many days?" tanyakanya.

"What?"

"Haid you."

"One week, why?"

"After a week, again?" he turned the girl's body around.

Anwa kisses Arkana's lips at a glance, then brings the bread to the table located in the tivi room, Arkana follows her from behind.

"Wa."

"What?" Anwa was already sitting sweetly while changing the channel of tivi she was about to watch.

"I want another one last night" said Arkana, who had hugged Anwa from behind the couch.

"Bring there first Ar," said Anwa who was already nervous because of the kisses bertubi around his neck.

"Jawab first, can't you?"

"It's okay, but nothing more" Anwa said.

"Ah, just in the temple doang?" arkana said with a mouth full of bread given by Anwa.

"What's on the patch?"

"The grandfather of emesh," Arkana laughed.

***difficult already...how dong 😂.

enjoy reading 😘***

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A little from the author

**So gaes I have a little chat with you about the Arkana and Anwa this is why his life seems free yes, sleep with all the macem together. So, this story is indeed taken from some personal experiences of friends who at the time they were 24 years old and above decided to live like the character I told here. The way one person thinks about another is different, the character I take is a 24-year-old girl who is financially independent and career-settled, many of us meet in big cities when things like this happen, when they feel capable of meaning their lives in control. Now back again to each of us yes, I press it here back to each of us, can we keep what must be taken care of, such as the honor of women, like women, good name family, etc. Because a circle like this could have happened to us, but again we can not "keep". So, for those of you who really get the wisdom of this story and want to continue to read and feel entertained, he said, I thank you very much 🙏but if if you feel you have nothing else you get from this story, I can not make you to continue 🙏

fyi, part of this story I wrote is a true story**.

hug kiss for all of you 😘😘