My Hot Baby's
Disturbances

Zareena squirms because she can't stand being hugged by Tristan like this. He tried to escape, but the man was getting closer.

"I told you not to move. Why are you such a hot worm?" tristan.

"I feel hot" said Zareena.

"That's easy. Take off your clothes."

"What's? You're this!" Zareena clapped Tristan's hand, flipped over, then pushed the man away from her.

"You just sleep in your underwear. I promise I won't touch you unless you want it" Tristan said.

"It's not easy to fuck me."

"But we almost did it." Tristan wakes up from sleep, then takes Zareena down. "We could do something like that night. I'll satisfy you."

Such a seductive speech. Repeating the events of that time, of course, Zareena was so interested to again feel the tongue strokes that tickled the women's saris.

"You better sleep. If we keep this up, then you'll be dizzy yourself" Zareena said as she felt a push back between her legs.

"You did this to me" whispered Tristan.

"Stop!"

Zareena bit her lip when Tristan's fingers tickled her stomach. The five fingers rose to cupping hers which was indeed not protected by the foaming cover.

Obviously Tristan smiled because he managed to make the boy from the fruit appear sticking out. Zareena did not want to make a sound, but the hand that twisted was so tempting.

"Don't!" Zareena.

"Don't what?" ask Tristan.

"Don't, stop."

"Don't stop?" Tristan smile. "Of course, I won't stop before I get it."

Is Zareena's great desire wrong. He himself wanted a thrilling touch. He wanted the hand cupped, clutching until he screamed.

"You enjoyed it, honey," said Tristan, who opened his satin robe.

Zareena shook her head. "Don't do this to me."

Tristan lifted the T-shirt Zareena was wearing to the top. He lowered his head, peeping the upper part of the woman's body. Zareena enjoyed it too. Especially when Tristan was washing hers like a man who had never gulped water.

"Tristan!" said Lirih Zareena who has chills over passion.

Without missing a single inch, Tristan enjoyed that smooth body. Zareena stroked, clutching Tristan's strands of hair as the man left behind a bite that felt painful, but was scrumptious.

However, the thing Tristan regretted the most was the sound of the phone ringing. Tristan clucked when the flat object couldn't stop calling.

"Damn it! Who's calling?" said Tristan, who took the device from the sleeping light table. "Damn, Valdo!"

Tristan gets out of bed, he codes for Zareena to be quiet. Tristan took a deep breath before raising a call from his best friend.

"Hello, Valdo."

"Hey, where are you guys? Why did you pick up my phone for so long?"

"We're watching" replied Tristan.

"Where is Zareena? I want to talk to him."

Tristan handed the phone to Zareena. Just like Tristan's thing, the woman also took a deep breath before speaking.

"Hello, Valdo."

"You okay? Why isn't my phone picking up?"

"Yes, my phone is in the room. What about mom and dad?" ask Zareena.

"We just arrived. I'll call you back after I see mom and dad. Take care of yourself and stay away from Tristan" Valdo said, then disconnected the phone.

"What did your brother say?" ask Tristan.

"I was told to stay away from you" replied Zareena.

"What?" Tristan did not believe what he heard.

"I think my brother was right. You're so dangerous" said Zareena.

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