President Bucin
Stop Mas

Happy Wednesday to those who love to miss. Got a greeting from Dee for those of us who can't meet.

Happy Reading & ^5 ^_______Happy

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Hanska grinning. While from Deena's position, the girl felt that she had lost her mind with the treatment of the man above her.

Hanska raised Deena's face that was already as red as a tomato. Embarrassed.

Back that guy with Deena's brash lips, he nudged lightly. "Snake! Who do you belong to, hmm."

"Oh yeah, I've, I'm kapok." Deena's whimper came out along with a red tinge of blushing on the cheeks. Want to push, how? His hands are tied.

Instead of stopping, Hanska's activities are becoming more and more. His hands did not he let stand still, with his side supporting the weight of the body and his side again tickling Deena's waist.

The girl's body was curled up for help.

Forgiver. Kapok's inner.

Slowly Hanska softened her convulsions to see Deena's tears flowing. Deena had resigned, he could not dodge the man's attack, revolting was useless, because Deena lost her energy plus her hands sealed.

"Hahahahah.geez!"

Hanska commuted his sentence.

Deena's softened a little.

Satisfied, Hanska instead chose to go down to the nape of the level owned by Deena.

"Hanska, perverted man!" The girl was still able to shake.

Hanska grinned, again tickling Deena's waist strongly as if adding to the punishment.

"Wahaha.please mas.."

Hanska giggled, something that made every speechless look at Deena's loose laughter. Don't want to miss the moment as if the man will lose it if it's too late.

Hanska chuckles. "Hmm what would you like, honey?" Ask the man, pretending he doesn't understand.

"To.please Hahahah.stop it." Deena Pinta.

He himself was confused between holding back a laugh or holding back a taste.

Hanska smiled with satisfaction, hearing Deena who continued to pull out her beautiful potions. No more revolts.

The girl's body asked to be removed. Hanska didn't want to lose either, he laughed off his girl's taunting. Call it the girl.

Hanska poked Deena's thick cheek, unconcerned though repeatedly Deena perotes with a laugh.

Like a toy, Deena is like a pliable squishi, can be pinched or pulled to stretch, squash him with the cheeks of the girl.

Deena is behind by Hanska to the prone position. Playing Deena is fun.

".. Ish, I'm tired of being tickled. hahaha don't keep tickling."

"Please please." Hanska Nego.

"Mas.please let.kan hahah please."

The girl whined, She begged Hanska for mercy, for the man to release himself.

As if the man was holding. "No, you must be punished until I am satisfied." The answer was to pass Deena's clothes through the girl's head.

Hanska furrowed his brows deeply, when he saw Deena's smooth back there was a birthmark that was exactly the same as his dragon jade pendant.

His hand touched Deena's back questioningly. Sure enough the other day, there was something on this girl's back. Her thought.

Instantly his fun toying with Deena came to a halt. The intention that had been stirred up wanted to punish Deena even more, now evaporated somewhere.

The man smiled his smile, a great fortune approached. He went down to take a lying position next to the girl. The girl looked towards him.

"Sleep." Short, solid, clear. He said to pull the blanket so that Deena's body was covered.

"But.but." Stuttered.

Her face? don't ask me again how bright. Embarrassed? of course, it would be like for Deena to sink herself into the very core of the Earth.

He could only cover his face with both hands. Hanska pulls Deena's tiny body in her arms.

"No, to..what family? Shame on them thinking something else." The girl's great-grandson was slow, yet still heard by Hanska.

"Sleep, I'll take care of that." Hanska stroked Deena's gentle mane.

As a result of Hanska continues to tickle it makes Deena Energy Depleted a lot. The girl went straight to sleep.

After making sure Deena was asleep, Hanska stepped into the bathroom. Wash the body to make it fresher.

Where is his desire that has been stifled since? He held on, because seeing the seal on Deena's back alone had satisfied him.

After all, being patient a little for the sake of long-term satisfaction, there is no harm. Her thought.

Hanska came down with a fresh, radiant face. Looks only wear material pants and shirts that are rolled into the elbow of the arm.

The man wasn't satisfied with getting something from Deena's body, but more than that.

His hair was half wet, his satisfied mimic was clearly imprinted on his cold face. The man pulled his hair back.

"Well, where's Dee son?" Ask the mother who is next to Regan.

His words invited the attention of all family members, they were eating lunch while chatting.

"Above ma, overslept." Hanska answered approaching. More precisely forced to sleep by himself.

The om and his uncle only shook their understanding, you can guess soon the weathered bachelor will release his bachelor status.

The father squinted. "Tsk, there's a new one out of whack." Rewarded by the Regantara.

Embarrassed? of course not, such discussions are no longer taboo in his family.

All brought cool while they are happy.

"Cieileeh, patient brother, it's another week." Dyah's chirps raise her eyebrows next to Hanska's.

This is the nature of most people from their family members. When outside makes others reluctant to emit an aura of intimidation. While in the family, warm feels enveloping.

It is given to eye sensitivity and sharp hearing. Making all members of Alzavier can quickly know the personality of others. It is not easy to deceive them.

Hanska raised both eyebrows smiling. "Not Dek, I'm very patient. Waiting for halal." Answer the man chuckled.

Though mah-ngga, Hanska was impatient, from earlier wanted to pounce on Deena alone. If not because the birthmark on the girl's back is more important. Hanska's gonna eat the girl.

Her girl? Yeah, better that way. Her thought.

"Here, be patient or not able to ckckc." Ledek Regantara seemed to doubt his son's ability to turn*n.

The man sits himself next to his mother. Regan glared at Hanska, unhappy to see her son sitting next to his wife.

"Huh, how much do you want? a five? a ten? or create a team like ha*ili*tar gene? Hanska jabani's." Said the man confidently. Raising his chin looked around.

His words were greeted with excitement by the others.

Regantara sounded clucked. "Ckk, remember what you said son, just be careful if you just give us as much as you can."

Hanska smiled with a grin.

"Ma. perfect yes. Hans doesn't want a second and so on." Hanska whispered.

Rihlah immediately understood that the perfect thing he meant, was a wedding party for Hanska.

"Sepp bye, what a pity you don't want." Answer her mother enthusiastically.

"Thanks mama." Said Hanska kissing Rihlah's cheek with a swipe to escape. Before the tiger beside his mother pounced on him.

"Hanska!! You touch mine once more, you're done!" Shouted Regan as a child who seized his toys.

Others just giggled, in contrast to Rihlah looked glaring his eyes at the husband.

To Be Continue >>>>