MY BOSSES
Puncture Wound

As long as you know, Abama's love is truly sincere to a Yasie. Even he who was once a poor man tried his best to improve his life. So that someday Yasie—the woman he loves can live a decent life. There is no reason why Abama said that love is rotten.

Love is lovingly countered by Yasie with a bad. Bringing Abama into the trapped phase of her own feelings. Yasie brings a heartwarming story to Abama's life, as well as bringing the worst story in Abama's life. As the saying goes, Abama's love is over in Yasie. The rest is just to get on with life. Life without knowing a love story.

His body staggered, walking properly towards his apartment unit. Abama open by using the id card that you have. Walk in, and fall near the TV couch. Holding his head hurts. His gaze was thorough with memories of both joy and sorrow.

"Abama. I don't need anything from you. All I need is one, your soul intact, your body with me forever."

"I'll do it, baby. Anything for our good in the future. Wait for me, wait for me to succeed and I will marry you before God."

"I'm sorry Abama. But this data is important to my father."

"Give Yasie! I'll help your father's company, as long as you give it first. Honey, obey."

"Can't Abama. Without your ideas, my father's company would still be ruined."

"Then don't use money just to gamble! Your father should know that being a businessman has its ups and downs."

"You're mocking my father Abama? Is it because you're rich while we're commoners?"

"YES! I HAVE MANIAC DISEASE! WIN WHY? YOU'RE TOO BUSY, UNTIL I HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER MAN!"

"Who are these women Abama? Why did you cover it up with me? Are you scared?"

Prangs!

Abama grabbed a glass ashtray in front of her. Throw it away, until it hits the wall. The anger mixed with deep disappointment. Yasie's shadow and hers used to be the deadliest shadows.

Alexandra woke up, she immediately stood up swiftly. His eyes, fresh, never saw shards of ashtrays splattered on the floor.

"Abama? You drunk?" Ask Alexandra quietly. Shaking his hand held the temperature of Abama's hot body. Sweat flooded his body. His eyes were redd with a bad appearance.

My eyes Abama staring at Alexandra. The little girl he had seen was now very fast. George Lonen's enthusiastic words when telling his little daughter, and a promise to protect. That's all a condition, because the Lonen group has helped FeYier Group a lot. Looks like George has a prediction for his own future.

George is so stupid, right? Put his daughter on a prick like him?.

"Get me a drink!" Abama's Order. Alexandra runs towards the kitchen. Soon he brought water for Abama. The man drank it very greedily, as if his throat was completely dry and needed a splash of water.

A moment later, Abama vomited. Dirtying his entire body as well as the floor and sofa. Alexandra closed her eyes, nose and mouth. Disgust! I feel like nauseous. What does that guy eat? Until he vomited chocolate, yellow and green. Please don't imagine that disgusting thing. Alexandra alone bears.

Sighs her breath, and Alexandra begins to wake Abama up. Take that Hulk guy into the bathtub. Wading it with warm water. Stay closed, not open at all. Let her soak, and Alexandra cleans the living room. Don't ask the smell! Like shit! Beyond that!.

Abama in soak with warm water with the condition of wearing pants. Alexandra was confused here, eager for her to change Abama's clothes. But.... It's insane! With him changing Abama's clothes then he will know clearly the whole body of the man. Nah! Better to wake the man up yourself.

"Abama. Wake up. Change your own clothes." Said Alexandra, pushing hard on the man's body.

Even patting very hard. It is also good to channel his regret to Abama.

"Wake up! Wake up! You suck drunk, drunken style! Look at your current condition, weak helpless." Oceh Alexandra's. Pinched Abama's nose. Banging Abama's ass, pulling the man's sticky hair and finally pinching his lips. Relieved! The whole thing is gone.

Even Alexandra laughed out loud because of that. Asik laughing makes the girl unaware that Abama woke up.

"A pervert girl." His his hissing, then rise. Still with a dizzy head, but more light than before.

Alexandra rushed out of Abama's bathroom. Too bad, Abama's hand has reached for Alexandra's small waist. And the two men fell into the bathtub.

"AA NO!" shouted Alexandra.

"Let go! I can't get water in the middle of the night!"

"No."

"Deliver! I'm gonna catch a cold."

"I'll help you get the wind out."

Alexandra's forehead wrinkled, "how is it?"

"By taking it first, it's just taken out. Then it's returned in the form of a white mucus discharge full of mini tadpoles."

"What! I'd better catch a cold." Reply Alexandra. Abama gave a small laugh, and he moved his embrace to Alexandra. Put his head on the girl's back and inhale a new, soothing scent for Abama.

"Don't sleep! My back will break!" Ban Alexandra. Still with fashion want to be free from the entanglement of both hands Abama.

"Wake together." Said Abama, and made Alexandra's face in shock. He even rounded his eyes.

"Don't Abama. Please." Please Alexandra, as Abama's hands begin to remove the clothes attached to her body.

Crying until it is made. Doesn't make Abama bully in the least. He stripped every strand of cloth on Alexandra's body. Rebelling, hitting and even punching have no effect on Abama's body.

"Babama! Get out! I'm ashamed! You said my body was ugly. Then defend all that."

"I swallowed that sentence back. Beautiful body. I like it." Said Abama, licking Alexandra's shoulder. Under the shower Abama launches her action to make Alexandra depressed.

Groping Alexandra's apem cake, teasing cashew seeds on her breast, licking every inch of Alexandra's body and making the girl feel her already upright trunk like a baseball bat.

"ahhh." Alexandra immediately smothered her mouth. Crying, pleasure and pain in his heart.

Abama looked at Alexandra's face sharply. Gripping Alexandra's sturdy jaw and biting the girl's lips.

"Do you think I paid Alexandra's hospital money?" Bisik Abama's.

Alexandra's eyes glared, "you tricked me??"

"ABAMA YOU'RE TRICKING ME?" reset Alexandra.

"Then what about Varel? Dia—"

"He is now outside. Put it near the morgue." Cut Abama.

Decayed, Alexandra's body slumped down on the bathroom floor. Imagine Varel being cold and frightened while he is here protected by a warm room. What kind of brother is he? Not at all becus.

"Abama... Say clearly what you want?" With a blank, resigned and helpless look Alexandra asked. She was crying a little. No more decisions can make him think clearly. He was at the end of life.

The beginning of a grim tale that will truly begin.

"When I need your little hole, then you need to be ready."

"Only this body, Abama?" Ask Alexandra.

"What else can you be proud of yourself, other than your makeup body Alexandra?"

"Yes you're right." Alexandra stood up, and embraced Abama from behind. Wiggling his hips until he made Abama's trunk back upright, and getting harder.

"I assume you've made this your decision Alexandra. There won't be any more gaps you can get out of the hole you dug yourself."

"I won't regret it. Because my sister's life is worth more than my own."

Abama bit Alexandra's ear lobe. "Yes right, baby. Your life is not important. You were born to serve me, right?"

"You're right." With a quivering tone, Alexandra answered Abama's question. He said there was no time for him to be proud of himself.

Everything has disappeared, the thing he has been guarding all this time must be destroyed. There was nothing in Alexandra. His soul is fragile, with a life full of grief. The choice was only two; Varel was dead or he was dead.

Abama bring Alexandra's body into the bathtub. He put it rough, until Alexandra's head hit the marble. A little dizzy, until he made her blink her eyes.

Abama smiled, then stroked Alexandra's head. Kissing her brutally, until it feels sucked. His hands were full of guerrilla intruding on Alexandra's holy body. Smell and go inside.

The sighing voice that was now heard, was still so small and embarrassed. Alexandra widened her thighs, giving Abama access to control everything that was in sight. Abama play Alexandra papaya fruit, with cashew seeds stuck. Then he sucks strong.

"abama-abama! W-can you slow down? My whole body hurts!" Alexandra urged, commenting. Though Abama's magic wand has not been planted, somehow can already feel pain?. Oh, so this is what it's like to fuck a virgin girl. Yasie used to marry her no longer a virgin, confessing that she's been trying since High School. Stupid Abama at the time.

"How can you slow down, honey? Your body always asks for more than touch." Abama lu-mat lips Alexandra. The deep kiss also began to attract her. Where his tongue stretched deep, to the esophagus, his spit was exchanged for Alexandra's spit. Touching all parts of Alexandra's palate. Last time Abama passed every tooth of Alexandra.

Abama swallowed, then took it out. Until he made his salivary fluid vomit. Alexandra's mouth was filled with breath, as well as Abama's saliva. Making the girl glare is unable to compensate for Abama's brutal kiss.

"A-ahhh" let loose, until it made its breath hunt.

Abama's hand extended far into the jungle. Tempting him by giving warm touches. Alexandra moved uneasily, unaware of her butt she lifted up high to grab Abama's trunk. "Please." Said Alexandra, her eyes flushed with a pleading face. His body was suddenly hot with an already unstoppable lust.

"Please be right." Abama.

Alexandra didn't know what to do. But surely Abama's hand did not stop teasing her sensitive area. Gives a soft rub on the back, waist, inner thighs to bite the ear lobe and nose Alexandra.

Two fingers Abama put in, teasing labia Alexandra. Unlock her with sensual gestures. He small massage********Alexandra. And that's where Alexandra's madness comes in.

He sighed long, very long. Perfectly curved half circle of his back. The clear liquid splashed so profusely from his genitals. Abama chuckled, then patted Alexandra's butt rough. Until red.

"It's very sensitive of you." It's on Alexandra's genitals. He pinched the little labia major Alexandra.

"I-I beg Abama. Enter!"

"As your orders, baby." Abama. Lifting Alexandra's body. And bring him into bed.

Slammed small on his back, Abama massaged his large trunk briefly. Alexandra spread her thighs. Very wide, as if ready for shuffling.

Directly Abama stab Alexandra strong. Deep. Banged uterus.

"AAAAAAA SICKTT!!! EJECT ABAMA! YOU'RE ASSHOLE!" alexandra cried loudly. His hands pushed through Abama's body.

Abama grabbed Alexandra's hand, and she tied her hands together using her tie tucked into the table. Abama shut Alexandra up with a kiss and she finally closed it.

Move Abama's hips. He is a man who has no feelings. Abama popped out his trunk, and pierced firmly, deeply. She jerks Alexandra's hip. It rained very hard.

Shaking to and fro Alexandra's body. Not left at all to protest unless one—inclined Abama's name.

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