Marrying the Old Virgin
Don't That One

Nara walked towards their room, intending to immediately clean up. The design tailed while whining, “Ra, I seriously have nothing. They are the ones who send messages often. But I never responded, I swear Ra.”

The designers have since gotten out of the car trying to explain the problem of the message Nara read. Nara only silenced because she was sultry and wanted to cool her body by rushing to take a shower. The designer suspects that Nara is sulking because of the issue of messages from women.

Nara sat on the edge of the bed, took off her shoes and got up. “Ra, where are you going?” ask Reka when Nara takes off her shoes and leaves Reka.  “Toilet, why? Want to come,” said Nara.

Reka shook her head as she continued to stare at Nara. When the bathroom door was closed, Reka rubbed her face rough. “Arggg, reach also that women are still only on chat.” The designer took off the suit and threw it on the bed, including removing the tie that felt tightly tied around his neck.

“Ra,” call Design while knocking on bathroom door. Nara felt like she had been inside long enough. Finally the door opened, revealing the body of Nara who was only wearing a bathrobe with her hair rolled up.

“Lama bener Ra, I'm afraid you why-why inside,” said Reka. The smell of bath soap on Reka's nose, coupled with the appearance of Nara's neck that level makes him have to swallow saliva when his mind suddenly traveling. The plan returned to follow Nara who was walking towards the bed. “Ngaapain follow me, instead of quick shower.”

The designer grabbed Nara's body and hugged her. Nara tried to let go of Reka's embrace. “Detach ih,” said Nara.

“Ra, you don't get mad dong. I ‘kan be honest,” refer Reka.

“They, freelance.” Still trying to let go of Reka's embrace.

“I won't let go if you're still angry.”

“What anger? I'll be angry if you don't take a shower. Your body is sticky, it smells bad. Make me nauseous,” complained Nara.

The design also loosened his embrace and was used by Nara to push Reka's body away. “You're not angry ‘kan?”

“Mandi,” Nara's word.

“Ra.”

“Mandi or sleeping outside,” threatens Nara.

The designer rushed to the bathroom. “Ran, already want to be a father but do it still like a boy.”

The designer was already wearing a boxer and sleeveless sweatshirt after cleaning up, climbing the bed following Nara who had already laid down herself first. Nara, who was wearing a nightgown with a spagethi strap, had smooth white shoulders. Not to mention the two legs and thighs that are perfectly exposed as if tempting faith Reka.

“Ra,” call Design.

“My feet ache,” whine Nara. “I massage deh," said Reka. The designer massaged the area that Nara pointed to, namely the soles of her feet. Over time Reka's hands massaged upwards and rubbed Nara's thighs.

"Watch a massage ples ples, Ra." Reka intends to divert attention Nara so as not to discuss the problem of messages in her chat application.

"Who do you usually give massage services to?"

"Well, wrong statement. There's no dear, just for you. Special service, until the morning I'm ready" said Reka. "Do you want to start now with the service?"

"Don't be weird. Massage again, now my waist. You don't feel pregnant, you know how good it is."

"Dear, what does not do for you. Waist massage may be, wipe or rem@s other areas also I'm ready."

"Basic pervert," taunted Nara.

"I make noise."

"Delivery! Don't massage that one."

Nara finally completely forgot her jealousy. Replacing with babble even sigh because of the act of Reka who provides massage services ples according to his words.

The two men were lulled away by the touches that continued by gently clenching each other and demanding each other. Makes both want more than just touch and lip pagutan.

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Want to continue fear hareudang 😆