OB BELONGS TO THE CEO
EXTRA PART: NUT HIDE
Gilang and Gita are already in a flat field, a large soft mattress, visible to the eye. But for the two, they were like they were above the rainbow. It feels like it's above the vacuum universe. Because they are lulled, drunk.
Gita's fingers are naughty too, infiltrating tickle between the buttons of Gilang's shirt. Add moodboster Gilang more burned, charred forget the land.
Gita is smart, her movements are like being fingered. You know the buttons on Gilang's shirt are all loose, huh?? Why is the content behind the shirt like a stretch of torn bread that makes Gita grigetan to bite it fat.
One-on-one game, if the buttons of Gilang shirt have been removed all, the upper body of the Gita just stay frilly transverse cloth, lacy, whose job is to close and support two chewy objects that hang on the front of his body.
"Neng... this is the red-red former installment yesterday after the contract, huh?" tanya Gilang who just saw directly.
"Hmm. same one in the hospital as well."Gita answered while propping up her hair while trying to sit down.
"Hahaa. ga nyangka a'a can make it so. It's just nyium doang deh neng." Gilang's laughter again gushed Gita's neck.
"Nyium whatan."
"Neng.. gaspoll yuks." invite Gilang without stale bases.
"Baking used to be a' sticky all the taste of yesterday's trip we haven't bathed." reject Gita who did feel less confident with her scent.
"Together with neng."
"Shame a'..."
"Ga papa... same this husband." whine Gilang. But Gita steps faster to run towards the toilet and manages to lock herself in there. So the intention of bathing Gita is really just bathing alone in there.
Be Gilang, choose to take off his own clothes in the room, while stroking the jaka who because the fondling was ready to slide to the freeway. "Please a minute, Jack"
Gita had run straight into the bathroom, so did not bring clothes and other preparations. Only with the usual white towels prepared by the hotel. Standard size yes, only close the important parts of his body in a way in the twisting on a smooth white body.
Gita resigned only, if it came out later will be ambushed directly by Gilang due to negligence does not use bathrobe. Hah... already this halal, what the hell is still to be maintained, thought Gita who by taking a deep breath before leaving the room.
Maybe it's just Gita's brain. Shame himself when he saw there was a mucena that Gilang prepared for him on their bed earlier. And Gita only swallowed saliva when Gilang stepped into the bathroom like a boxer model and sold L-m*n milk.
"We pray sunnah two rakaat used to neng. A'a shower directly wudhu." The pump went straight into the toilet.
Wusssh.. wailed Gita's face, had fantasized her body will be in a brabidal style again because her husband gapatan bumbling, aaah it turns out she forgot if her husband different one strip under the ustadt. Alim cuy's.
Gita re-entered the toilet that is not locked for ablution, purifying themselves according to the orders of the husband who will do the prayer before they will properly conduct the husband and wife relationship.
Both can not lie through the same eye look at each other, but whatever naf su will dominate them later, you should indeed have to prioritize the name of God. For Gilang this was the first for him.
Kiss respect again takzim already Gita landed on the back of her husband's hand, hug and kiss on the forehead Gita was landed perfectly.
The atmosphere of the room was immediately silent when the two just threw one another face, still with the typical outfit finished praying earlier.
Gilang is a beginner, but quite good at starting attacks. Mukena Gita he released slowly. Unfortunately, it turns out that behind the clothes is a sleeping outfit that is quite se ksi.
"Waaaw. wife a'a very intent." Temptation to Calm down on the Gita.
"Yes, the husband is also very interested in two rakaatnya." replied Gita who chose to sit on Gilang's lap. She put her hand on her husband's neck.
Gilang hands stuck on the chewy objects of the two pairs.
"Who's this neng...?"
"Have A'a.." Heeer Gilang's ear flushed.
Gilang's hand slumped down, right in the middle of the Gita's groin.
"This t-shirt...?"
"A'a.." whining Gita who again creeps, crushes. Because Gilang's hands not only touched, but again traced the edge of the rubber lace and infiltrated his index finger into the inside.
"He em a'a. It's legal to have all A'a." Gita's face flushed red by biting her own lower lip, enduring the turmoil that made her heart beat strangely, joking at the naughty flick below.
"A'a. her hand." reprimanded Gita who really likes the up and down movement, a little slow but washed it away.
"A'a'a looking for some nuts hide neng." Kekeh Gilang is still getting slick playing a small seed in there.
"Wet neng."
Gita was ashamed to hear it, choosing to silence the mouth with her lips. Lihai swept his tongue and bit down lightly on Gilang's lips.
Both phones have been deactivated. The door is sure to be locked, the curtains are closed tightly, the candles are just a therapeutic aroma that helps to give fragrance and a beam of shahdu light.
Only the two of them knew how their bodies were no longer attached, the mucus was not thrown to the floor, only at the end of Gita's head near the pillow he used.
Gilang's body is not spaced curved above the Gita's body. Gilang's head is still prickly in the upper area, Gita's limbs, only about. But the hands of the Gita are already in between Gilang, guided perfectly to grasp the jaka with up and down movements, with a slow rhythm. The grip was not hard by the Gita, but it was not weak. Only the Gita can feel the size is bigger and a bit harder than when they were still in Indonesia.
The grip of the Gita with its nature is getting faster moving up and down, making Gilang panicked to feel the jaka not received in the play with his hands, so he wants to be delivered to the real couple.
"Miss..."
"A'a..."
"Neng.. jaka ngegas ya neng, do not hold on." Gita was ashamed because her hands must have been so. Gita took a face in her head and covered her shame face with it.
While Gilang has positioned the jaka towards the target of the shoot, with a slow movement began to swipe, in and out of the jaka pair.
"Why is his face covered?" tanya Gilang is still busy spurting jaka down there who feel hard to find a way in.
"Neng is ashamed a.." sighed Gita still with a face covered in mucus.
"Ac.aaww. Slowly a'.. hurts." Gita groaned feeling there is an object that he said his name was jaka, into the core of his body.
"Hah.. this has been slow." the roar of Gilang's breath is heard hunting, it takes even more strength for him to actually enter.
"A'aaa.." de sah Gita between favors and pain simultaneously.
"Miss." Grumpily Gilang felt the narrow path that he had difficulty breaking through.
"A'a. aakhh.. aww." said Gita again. Gilang more curious, in instead of the cloth mukena that Gita used to cover his face earlier, then devoured Gita's lips to help him divert the pain caused by the jaka down there.
Gilang was not able to be patient, the rhythm of the beat the more he accelerated and the harder he hit to the core of the Gita.
While Gita chose to remove the lips that were linked earlier, moved to Gilang's neck, sip, biting fiercely on her husband's neck, with both hands tighter pressing Gilang's waist which was faster racing.
"A' AAaa. "gita's cry was in great pain, along with it also felt something flowing in the inner core of her body. His womb is splattered with vomit in there.
"Huh....!!! This neng is still ting-ting." Kekeh Gilang who then lay his body next to Gita with the condition of the head of the jaka covered with reddish liquid.
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I'm not curious anymore, right?
Yes elaaah.
ntar.nyak still ngosh-ngoshan traveling in broad daylight.
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