LOVE AFFLICTIONS OF AMORA
YOU'RE MY SLAVE!

Amora really became a slave***** for Sagara. I don't know what the contents of Amora's mind to survive in the pain presented by Sagara for her.

After the 'rescue' incident from Gerald, Amora truly belongs to him. Every Sagara wants his bed warmed, so Amora must come soon. Even the craziest, Amora who is attending a major course, must be permission to go out because Sagara is waiting for her in the campus parking lot.

Amora has refused, saying that the course is important and also the lecturer is so killer, but, does Sagara care? The bastard even threatened to go up and drag him from the classroom.

Amora finally gained permission, saying her stomach was wrapped around the first day of the month.

"Basic useless!" sagara said when Amora who managed to reach the parking lot and tried to collect her breath that stung because she had to run to Sagara place.

Without feeling, cursing and cursing the girl, but after what? Sagara asked him to satisfy hers in that car. It is a common sight for students there when they see car events swaying during the day, so it makes Sagara unencumbered to satisfy his passion and master Amora in the car.

What is Amora really thinking? The naive girl hopes that the touch of love she gives Sagara will make the man turn to her. Maybe not now, later or the day after, but Amora remains hopeful.

Ironically, up to almost a month of committing the sin, Sagara still did not consider Amora important. Even on campus, Sagara will act as if he does not know the girl.

When met accidentally in the corridor of the puskom building or even in the cafeteria, Sagara will pass by without saying anything.

Sagara lit his cigarette, then opened the glass window of his room that was as high as the door, out to the balcony of the room.

The view collides on the roof of the building that lies across from it. Sweat was still dripping from his neck, continuing to flow past his chest field and sixpack stomach.

The midday air slap was quite soothing, because the sky looked cloudy. One silhouette of a smile was painted on his lips. A feeling of satisfaction and relief is now felt, after re-sipping the pleasure of making love with Amora.

For Sagara, Amora's body is like the morphine she once tasted, make it collectible!

"Saga, there's something I want to talk about" Amora said, following Sagara outside after she finished wearing her clothes. Sometimes Amora felt very insulted, she was treated more than pe*lacur, no, pe*lacur only paid, but Amora?

"Say!" the reply was firm, completely uninterested in the drama that Amora was about to say. The man again smoked his cigarette, then exhaled his smoke in front of Amora's face until he managed to make the girl cough.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Amora tried to dispel the smoke by fanning her hands in front of her face. Amora's distress makes Sagara laugh.

"We can't be like this anymore, Saga. I can't do it anymore. I'm afraid, if I ...."

"What?" snapped Sagara, suddenly grabbed Amora by the neck and threw her body against the wall. The chuck was getting stronger until the girl had trouble taking a breath.

"Sa-ga, le-pas a-ku ...," cried Amora limped. However, instead of letting go, Sagara, the psychopath actually strengthened his grip until the air was thinning, After he saw from the corner of Amora's eyes flowing a clear circle, Sagara released his hand.

Amora repeatedly coughed, trying to breathe air into her lungs. Without waiting for Amora to stabilize, Sagara had grabbed the girl's long hair until she looked up and again groaned in pain.

"Never think of escaping me! You're my slave, I'll set you free, when I'm tired of you. So, before that time comes, don't even think about leaving!"

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