Leaning Sweet Me
The Royal Suite Room for MP4

Adult area, watch the blood pressure rise! The author is not responsible, if you are dizzy.

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Farrel chuckled, "Are you really going down?"

"Yes, I'm going down,"

Byurrrs

Farrel plunged Metta into the pool, then he also threw himself.

"Gosh, baby I've taken a shower!!" sumpul Metta's.

Farrel chuckles at Metta's body in the pool, while Metta grunts, splashing water on Farrel's face intentionally,

"That's why I didn't have to take a shower earlier,"

Continuing to hug Metta's body in the water and turning her body to face, "It should be yes .." he chuckled.

Metta hit Farrel's field chest, "Nyebelin .. You made me wet again right!"

Unconsciously his speech even provoked Farrel back, provoking silly thoughts about his activities last night.

"Indeed we should be both wet, even from the night." Farrel.

Metta frowned, a second later his eyes were rounded, and hit Farrel's shoulder in a row.

"That's not what I mean!!"

But Farrel is not his name if he can not change the mood of Metta who was upset turned into a hustle.

Farrel tickled Metta's waist, in a pond that was only modest, while Metta had to take pains to keep her head from drowning. Because the pool water is full of neck.

"Iihh..already ih..hahaha ticklish ..already.geli...geli...El...ih!!"

"Say my dear husband I just quit!" said Farrel still with a tickling hand,

"Yes ..hahaha..iyaa...it's past!"

Farrel removed his hand from Metta's waist, and waited for Metta, who was breathing in, to laugh.

"Come say? If not, I tickle again,"

"She wait, no patience" said Metta with her hand on Farrel's shoulder.

Then he quickly pulled Farrel's head and buried his head in the water, while he immediately swam away and laughed until it was out.

"Sir ...!"Farrel.

He who immediately swam over and pulled Metta's waist up. Then carry him in front, like carrying a child.

"You just ran away, hem?"

"Aaahhh..let go!! I'm going up, I'm going to eat, I'm hungry!!" exciting Metta.

"Is this up, less up?" farrel slapped his thigh until Metta wrapped her hand around Farrel's neck for fear of falling.

"Where to go, my guy is going up!" metta said by biting her lower lip a little.

When Farrel's hard object feels hardened under water. Farrel also tightened the hand that wrapped around his waist.

With eyes looking at each other, Farrel returned to matt Metta's wet lips, an addictive opium tub again and again. The learning process is fairly fast without any guidebook.

When the two chewy objects meet, comb each other every inch in it, hang one by one and then twist each other, dance with shrewdness. Until the decakan continues to be created, Farrel down the wet white neck with an occasional sip, overriding the reddish-colored point that was there first.

The two hands of Farrel that were tightened on the waist now crept up to Metta's back, down the smoothness of the wet back. Until Metta's body grazed, the strange waves he had just felt were bursting free.

Farrel's hand did not stop, his hand continued down the waist and back to infiltrate, releasing the hook until it was released, while the other hand held the body of Metta, who was struggling with both legs wrapped around his waist.

"El.. someone will see us!" He spoke in a voice accompanied by de sa han.

Aaagghhkk

"No" replied the man who was sipping like a baby in a heavy voice.

"Sa-yang aahh."

The cold swimming pool helps both bodies get hotter increasing testosterone and estoteron working together to hook each other, making both hunted by the sensation they want to feel again.

After being satisfied with the round object he stamped, now his hands guerrilla elsewhere, infiltrating the lower waist, where there is a pile of meat and mas mere with anxiety, until the body is increasingly pounding.

Aaahhgggkk

"I can't help it anymore" whispered Farrel

It was just like a stupid dream the first time he saw Metta's body being accidentally exposed. But now he freely uncovers objects that hinder his purpose.

Farrel sped his hardened piece of meat behind the slit of the cloth he had uncovered slightly. And the flesh slipped itself, passing through the narrow gate again, with great difficulty because of Farrel's standing position. Until he lifted Metta's body slightly.

Eeuggghhh

And predictably, finally the hard meat managed to infiltrate again, giving a different sensation because of the presence of pool water that makes them like drowning in the bottom of the Atlantic ocean, and dancing there.

Swim with thousands of colorful fish, which become their accompaniment when sinking to the bottom. Both hands held her tender piles of pelvic flesh belonging to Metta and made her freely master it.

Eeuggh...

Waves of tub water roll them to the bottom of the ocean and sink together. As the movement turned to quickly take them.

Aaaagghhh saayang

Yes I'm coming honey

Aagghhhh

The sound of growling and gentle stretching was now heard.they both buried their heads dredged in the neck.

"You're so naughty El!" metta said with a breath of breath.

Farrel kissed the niche of his neck, "I'm just being naughty to you!"

"I'm so hungry...."

While Metta's clothes only left the bottom cover cloth, while others went nowhere.

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Farrel went up first with his head in his arms, took a towel and put it on his waist, and brought a bathrobe for Metta.

"Get it...."

"No, I'm ashamed! You go in first, just keep the robe there" he said, drowning himself half innocent with his hands on his chest.

Farrell clucked, "I'll see him, brother, from last night, let's go up, he said hungry!"

"Yes but you face it, don't look!! Watch out for it." Threatened him.

"Yes dear brother ..ayo cepet,"

Metta finally went up and immediately grabbed the bathrobe from the hand of Farrel who was behind him,

"Son, this is weird, why I'm still embarrassed, and I didn't just see everything clearly" Farrel murmured.

After getting up from the pool, they headed to the dinner table with a bad breakfast. Metta pulled up the chair and sat down with wet hair.

"The breakfast is cold!" metta said by biting a piece of apple.

Farrel chuckled, "It's in lunchtime baby!"

Then he grabbed the phone on the table and called room service. To request a faster lunch menu.

After that he grabbed a dry towel and rolled it on Metta's head, gently rubbing Metta's hair to slightly reduce the still dripping water.

"Please baby, but I'll take a shower first" Metta said as her hair dried up.

"Later, later it will also get wet again" said Farrel.

"Yes..you have no cape!!"

Metta entered the room and immediately entered the bathroom.

While Farrel grabbed a phone that was placed on the table and gave a lot of nofication, the most of Alan and Mac.

An hour earlier

Mac came with two suitcases that the hotel maid pulled towards the room where Farrel was staying.

They had been waiting at the door for almost an hour, calling but not picking up, until he contacted Alan to preach.

Alan caught up with Mac for fear of anything happening. But Farrel did not pick up his phone.

"Better gentlemen just leave the goods to the butler," said one of the servants who seemed to be exhausted.

"Looks like they're still gonna be long Mac, let's just go back. Put the stuff on them." And they came back soon.

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They are happy and the author is made to irrigate for 3 days plus dizziness, can only twitch in the corner.

Like her do not jump. do not say what the same authorr 😑