Mirages
Cooky

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back." The phallus then comes out with a bottle of the remaining mineral water.

Mira turned her head when the door was closed, and looked at the man's departure. His eyes rounded when he saw Lingga walking towards the corner of the empty parking lot, and poured water into his palms and rubbed it into his face and hair.

"Crazy! The rich do that rich thing? Amazing," muttered Mira while continuing to see what the Linga was doing.

After that, Lingga threw the cososng bottle into the trash can, and walked towards the mall.

Mira chose to lean back on the chair, rewind the backrest so that it slightly collapsed, and closed both eyes.

Not long after, about twenty minutes, Lingga went back into the car, and woke up Mira who had fallen asleep.

The woman woke up to feel the presence of someone beside her.

"Ehm ... You're back yet?" mira asked as she rubbed the corners of her lips, and stretched her body.

"Ehm ... Did you sleep well?" Ask Linga.

Mira corrected her position, and re-enforced the seat backrest that became her bed.

"Lumayan," said Mira flat.

"Let's go home," asked Lingga while starting the engine of his car.

Mira looked to the side and back, as if she was looking for something.

"What did you buy?" ask Mira.

"Materials for making soup. I'll cook it for you once we get to my place" Lingga smiled at Mira.

"No ... no. let it be in my place," exclaimed Mira.

"alright. It's up to you. Wherever it doesn't matter to me" said Lingga, who then runs his car, splitting the capital's congested traffic.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, now they have arrived at The royal blossom apartment.

Mira came out before Lingga had time to open the door for her, and made the man walk round towards the rear trunk.

"What are you doing, sir?" Tanya Mira who saw the Linga did not immediately follow her towards the elevator.

"You go first. I'll take this upstairs with me" Lingga said from behind the hood of the rear car.

Mira also walked over to Lingga, and saw quite a lot of groceries for the size of a simple chicken soup.

"This much?" ask Mira.

"Cck! Here let me help you," Mira chipped, but she then grabbed a bag containing several canned drinks proffered by Lingga, while the man carried a heavier bag.

Both of them immediately went upstairs to Mira's apartment, as agreed earlier.

Arriving there, Mira and Lingga put everything in the kitchen.

"You take a shower first, as I prepare everything," said Lingga while taking all the groceries out of the bag and putting them on the dining table.

"Alright," said Mira who passed towards the top floor.

Not long after, Mira has now returned to the kitchen, with her home clothes. A loose-collar sweatshirt featuring her smooth shoulders and bra straps, and paired with hot pants that feature her miliary legs.

His hair he splintered upwards, and left the child hair that dangled naturally downwards.

He sat down in the dining chair, lifting his legs up. He also hugged his knees, while looking at Lingga who was busy cooking.

"It seems, quite clever also the ability of the kitchen. So curious about the taste, "inner Mira while continuing to stare towards the Linga.

"Do you have mushroom broth?" Ask Lingga without looking at Mira.

Mira immediately stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.

"It looks like it's on the top shelf," replied Mira who was trying to reach the door of the rack above her.

Coinciding with that, Lingga also stretched out his hand, until the chin of Linga accidentally hit Mira's forehead.

"Aw..," cried Mira who made Lingga immediately hold the woman's head.

"You okay?" ask Lingga while raising Mira's face while cupping both cheeks.

Their gazes met, and for a moment they froze. A few seconds later, Mira, who was the first to look, threw her face to the side, and made Lingga cough, then released her hand from Mira's face.

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