My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Makes me Want Too Much

Sam was in his apartment. He looked at the woman he had just thrown on the bed. It moved wildly and began to strip away the cloth wrapped around its beautiful body, leaving behind the only barrier. Maureen's lips continued to fumble which made Sam shudder.

“Why did I get unlucky today? God ... I've been a good person all this time .. Why is your test so hard?” Sam whimpered bitterly. He pressed his nose up to his forehead. He was a normal man who understood that what was in front of him right now was something rare. Something so tempting.

“Previous forgive my sin, Lord .. If later the time of the Khilaf, I do not beg for forgiveness, after all, this is not my fault entirely,” the door again while looking up. Actually, Sam had contacted his friend who was a doctor, but Sam was instead laughed at and told to enjoy it. Crazy is Sam's friend.

Sam let out a tight sigh in his chest, passing away towards the kitchen to pick up the ice cubes that were not much. Low-temperature bottles of mineral water were also carried. Then all that he put in a container big enough.

“Hopefully this can help that crazy chick.” He poured five bottles of cold mineral water into the container he prepared.

He brought the container of cold water into the room and placed it on the bathroom sink.

Sam's mind was still disturbed by Maureen, where the damn drink came from, until he finally struggled and bothered like this. In front of a round mirror hanging from the wall, Sam noticed his own reflection.

“Why do I help him too? Should've let it go, so eat the chessboard nose guy! Wrong itself so women do not be careful.” Sam was talking to himself in the mirror. Maureen's shadow flashed past her until Sam breathed out, not knowing what else to do.

“Sial ... shadow me just pity.” Sam refused the water in the container until it splashed into his face. Upset, he turned around and rubbed his cold face. But a moment later he returned to the front of the mirror while staring at the reflection of himself.

“Inget and keep this in mind, I just feel sorry! Hurti!” he snapped at the shadow of himself that seemed to mock with a knotty laugh.

Lazily, Sam approaches the bed containing Maureen's innocent body. “Gosh, my eyes are stained. Your responsibility has tarnished my handsome virgin kek! Just watch out for you, don't be nice with me after this!"

Maureen moaned, she did not care what Sam said, which for sure at this time she felt sultry. He wanted something that he himself was confused about what it was. Sam's skin-sweep on his back splashed something he increasingly wanted to do. Maureen sighed and sniffled around Sam's neck.

“Damn lo, keep your face! If I don't take lo!” threaten Sam's.

Maureen did not care, Sam's words were blocked from his ears. He continued to hunt Sam down to the thin lips of the man.

The position is difficult at this time, because Sam is leaning Maureen in front of his chest, while he can only avoid by distancing his head which could eventually be easily colonized by Maureen.

“Don't make yourself lo nyesel, Ren!” sam's in heart. He finally resigned and collapsed, replying to Maureen who was so stiff. Let the woman do what she thinks is right.

“Sial ... I am not virgin in a horrible way!” his curse restrained. He does not want to get into trouble, especially they never establish closeness. He does not want difficulties like Excel, which he wants even to be married at least in the right way.

Maureen is halfway losing her dignity, but Sam regains her fortitude after an inner war. He pushed Maureen's body and carried her to the bathroom.

“Sam ...,”.

“Sorry, Ren ... I don't want to hurt you!” Sam turned his face away from the adorable Maureen. Then drop it off in front of the sink. “Sorry!”

He immediately buried Maureen's face in a container filled with cold water. Doing it over and over again until the woman almost lost her breath. Still with the power intact, Sam brought Maureen who screamed down the shower and flushed it with cold water. He held the woman's body with his, letting them get wet by the water point. Fusing passion that is equally burning.

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Behind her tightly closed eyes, Naja was running around in the shadow of a man she had briefly seen in front of the toilet. Yes .... his face feels blurry, but the man's body gestures are common to the eyes of an Excel.

In his wishful thinking, he saw Naja in danger. The man was pressing Naja with a weapon in his hand. However, Excel seemed to freeze, he could not move his fingers as much. Until the man swung the shiny object in his hand towards Naja, he could only open his lips.

"Naja ...!"

"God ... Cel!" Naja just wanted to lay down his body at dawn which is still wet. The dew still feels cold. However, the man who had just been on his tail was even jumped to make himself almost driven out of bed.

Excel turned his head and grabbed Naja's arm, "Na ... What's the severe wound?" the question is a little confusing.

"Just a little traumatized, and you'll be cured soon! You're good .. Take it easy, don't panic like that, huh." Although she gasped, but when she saw Excel's anxious and demanding eyes, she immediately answered her husband.

Excel clucked weakly, "Not me, but you. I saw you hurt that guy ...!"

"But the guy stabbed you, in-here!" Brutal, Excel felt and pulled Naja's shirt open, revealing Naja's clean stomach without a scratch.

Naja rounded his eyes, his hand vigorously rejected Excel and pulled down his shirt. "You're nothing, anyway? Don't play undressing people, get slapped later!"

Excel briefly looks at his wife. Look closely from top to bottom.

"I'm more than good, let alone watching you wake up and I'm the first person you remember. It was tired of me disappearing, Cel ..," Naja's smile stretched out, she immediately filled her husband's fingers with her fingers, crowding him in the air.

Excel jerks Naja into his arms. It was as if he wanted to swallow Naja's body. Closing his eyes, Excel turned back his memory. Apparently, it was just an illusion.

"I'm engap, Cel .. le-pas-in!"

Excel divorces his embrace which he unknowingly reined too much in Naja. "I'm sorry, Na .. I was too worried about you .. I think those people hurt you."

"Thank you, always worrying about me. I just hope after this, no one bothers us."

Excel felt Naja looking mature as he said that, his pale face adorned with a smile full of happiness. Slowly, Excel cupped the side of his wife's head and shook it, he was so anxious with his wife. Wanting to pounce on her and repeat again the beautiful moment as she wriggled the confusion translating flavor.

"Let no one bother, we go on a honeymoon, to a remote island where no one lives" Excel said at the tip of Naja's nose.

"Ih .. not to disturb that one, but to disrupt our relationship, that is." Just distancing himself, his face was already warmly bathed in Excel breath. He was sure his face was very red.

"Yes .. but last night's events must have disrupted your plans, right?" goda Excel with both eyebrows crawling up repeatedly.

"Yes .. uh no. I mean no," Naja shook her hand in front of Excel. "I have a plan last night, um .. You're really cool, anyway!"

"Tell?" Naja nodded. "I bummer? But ... You like it, don't you?" Excel's smile persisted for the sake of tempting Naja, he did not care about the heavy feeling of being bent.

"Not really ...."

"Tell?" Hunt Naja until the woman is below him. Repeated winking eyelids, blushing cheeks, and a decaying body urge the bed, making Excel want to swallow Naja round and round. Tumulturating

"Nga ... Excel, ih ...." Naja's hand pressed down on Excel's chest that was barely a distance away from him. He turned, annoyed. But his mind kept guessing and hoping. Pounding and he really likes the taste when close together like this.

"Cel ... you are still sick ...," said Naja as Excel removed the infusion needle in his hand, then stopped the flow of fluid in the hose.

"Only my neck hurts, the others are very healthy and fine." Excel blinked one eye mischievously. Next to his hand pulled off the hospital clothes that wrapped his body.

Just closed her eyes, too glare with the beautiful body of her husband. From behind the eyes he just guessed, what Excel is doing right now.

Filling in between his wife's fingers, Excel raised his voice on the side of Naja's head. So sensual that Naja could only bite her lips.

"You're making me want too much, honey ...."

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