Kiss Me
Old friend

Arkana walks in regardless of Anwa, while Anwa is still tweaking her phone. He did a delivery order transaction for their dinner later.

Anwa is not unaware of Arkana's sudden silence, there is absolutely no conversation during the journey from her office to the apartment. It was like facing an angry Arkana.

"Eat first, yuk," Anwa asks when she sees Arkana coming out of the bathroom after cleaning herself.

Arkana just kept quiet, sitting on the couch turning on the television without turning to Anwa.

"Ar. let's eat first" he said from behind the dining table. There was still no word from Arkana, and Anwa finally approached, standing in front of Arkana preventing her from watching television.

"Why are you?" ask Anwa who has been provoked by her emotions.

"Why-why, move aside dong I want to watch," said Arkana still with a flat look.

"We eat first, it's order in food for you, it'll be cold."

"You just eat first, I don't napsu... has lost my appetite I saw you hold hands with a guy," he said turned his face to Anwa.

"So there was me" replied Anwa.

"What kind of victory, maen hold hands," said Arkana began to get upset.

"This is a problem because you see me talking to other men continue to hold my hand, you are wrong if you want to be angry."

"Obviously I'm angry, Wa, he's holding your hand, try if I'm not spit until maybe you've dipped him on the bike." Arkana stood opposite Anwa.

"What do you mean you said that?" Anwa felt intimidated, "cock so I'm such a cute girl huh, Ar." Anwa's emotions are inflamed.

"Some of why try to hold your hand, it's really strange," always Arkana did not want to lose.

"Just what do you think you want to think." Anwa turned around, grabbed her bag on the sofa, walked towards the door to get out of the hot apartment.

Arkana was surprised, not expecting the girl to go out of the apartment.

"Where are you going?" she hugged Anwa's waist as Anwa was outside the door. Anwa thrashed her feet.

"I want to go home, not!"

"I'm not going to let go, who told you to go home." Arkana carries Anwa's body to re-enter.

"Deliver!"

"Okay, I'm free but don't get out of here."

"You are. uh" Anwa was very upset. "Just yesterday we solved one problem, you even added another with an unimportant problem like this," Anwa grumbled still beside her.

"It doesn't matter what you say is important to me. Who was that guy?" it's still emotion.

"I'm sure you won't accept the reason either" Anwa challenged her by holding her sidekick as well.

"Who?"

"Temen me... Temen my High School, satisfied?"

"Did you hold your hand?"

"In not holding Ar, he pulled my hand so I want him to take her home, because it's been a long time waiting for you not to come by," explained Anwa.

Arkana.

"It is difficult to talk to people who are emotional but do not know what the point of the problem is," said Anwa turned back her body to get out of the room.

"Where are you going?" again Arkana hugged Anwa this time carrying Anwa like a sack of rice and took her into their room.

"I want to go home, no!" exclaim Anwa.

Arkana slammed the body of her lover who was still dressed in full office.

"Can't go home" she whispered in Anwa's ear, her body already on top of the girl.

Anwa threw her face away, she was lazy to look at Arkana.

"Wa.. sorry," said Arkana.

"I'm emotional, I don't like you being held by other guys" he said.

"Wa, I'm sorry.. I was wrong, I said rude earlier, sorry?"

"Wa, look at me dong...."

"Where are you going?"

"You take a shower, get sultry, the internal heat will eat people," he said staring at the sharp Arkana netra.

"Eat me no papa, I'm ready." The lips developed a smile.

"Males, I'm still missing" he said again.

"And I'm sorry, seriously I don't like you for the same old men don't clear like your friends."

"What's unclear? he obviously got me."

"Surely he used to like you, right?" tanyakanya.

"Awas Ar, you're heavy..move no!"

"Don't want to, answer first.. Didn't he like you first?"

"Yes.. first," he answered, "be-rat aside, Ar."

Arkana shifts her body, letting Anwa get up and walk towards the bathroom to clean herself up.

Before long Anwa came out, looking fresher, heading towards the dining table, to fill her stomach. He let her watch his movements, Anwa could not forgive the man for saying something that offended him.

"Sorry, yes" he hugged the girl from behind as he was about to wash his cutlery.

Arkana kissed the nape of Anwa's neck, sniffing the girl's fragrant body.

"Wa."

"What?"

"Acologized no?"

"No."

"Wa."

"Whataa?"

Arkana turned the girl's body around. Staring at her old neutrality, kissing her old girl's lips, ********** slowly until Anwa is washed away. Arkana walked down the neck of the level again, dipping it with soaps full of desire, until Anwa gave a small moan. Their breaths are puffed.

"Apardon not yet?" ask Arkana to stick her forehead on Anwa's forehead.

"No, yet" Anwa replied with eyes that started to wryly.

Arkana again kissed the girl, again the cry escaped from Anwa's lips.

"Not sorry for me yet?" Anwa shook her head, wrapping her hands around the man's neck. With one stroke of energy, Arkana had already raised Anwa sitting at the kitchen table.

His hands began to trace the girl's smooth thighs, the nightgown with buttons until the knee was revealed when Anwa's legs were spread by Arkana.

Arkana's fondle brought Anwa running around in space, their breath again roaring. Exchange of saliva and tongue that back twitch each other. The hand began to crumble in Arkana's favorite spot.

As if lost their mind moving from the kitchen table is now on the sofa. The chest was no longer wearing the wrapper, Anwa enjoyed it, enjoying every kiss felt at the top of his chest.

"Ar, "Anwa's voice sighed.

"Hhhh."

"Ud-ah," said Anwa.

"In a moment," Arkana still peppered the girl, swiping swipes of their underwear that were still fused on the body.

"I'm not strong, Wa," Arkana said in a whisper. "I'm not strong." Then *******repeated those sweet and warm rancid lips, with full Arkana mindfulness giving up her release despite still clad in underwear.

"That...." Anwa felt the same pleasure despite just rubbing against each other.

"Hold on a second, Wa. a little more," he said in a stammering voice.

The fondling that ended in equally wet underwear was also an apology from Arkana.

what kind of apology is this????

the nulis also ngos-ngos an 😂

good night 😘