Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Naughty The Classy

I wait beside the pavilion.

Message from Rion. Pam swiped her phone screen down, the message read but she didn't open it. He snorted violently.

The vow from yesterday his mood was shattered, the urgency was unclear. Violin ngomelin bowl of former Indomie Pam ngikut.

"Gue create content, viral times yes. I swear it's my best to be crazy." Sofia the only one in her right mind could only shake her head. Mending sleeps, rather than following gelo.

I don't care if you go there. Or do you want to make love at your front desk? Looks pretty strong. Teak wood, right?

From Rion again, frontal once. Pam snorted, she glanced at Sofia. It still seems to be a fun game.

The event is about to begin, Dion's men have been scattered at various security points.

What is Rion really doing? Here or beside the pavilion there will still be those who see.

"Sophia..."

Sofia and Pam turned to the source of the voice. Oh, my God, Pam almost fainted. Rion really came here dong. His face began to panic. Although the one called Sofia but Pam's chest is rumbling.

Is this really making love on the table?

"Eh Om? Can anyone help?" sahut Sofia, he only glanced for a moment then continued his game.

Rion smiled meaningfully at Pamela.

"Can you borrow Pam for a second? I need his opinion on something."

Sofia squealed, somewhat astonished.

"I see Pam's fashion sense is pretty good, Mom seems less cool with her danger." said Rion quickly, as if to answer Sofia's astonishment.

"Oh, okay." nod Sofia finally, let's spit.

The reason Rion makes sense. Although Sofia is a bit suspicious, so is Dion's new mom well roughly in Pam's hands?

Maybe the long kebaya made a puffed arm with a low V chest until the contents want to run out.

Sofia giggled and then refocused on the game, she almost leveled up, this time not to fail or have to repeat from the beginning.

Pam's tailing behind Rion. Somewhat keep your distance so no one suspects.

They walked down the back of the stairs to the north side of this house. Although entering the front, but this part of the house is the quietest at this time

Maybe because it looks invisible.

Rion opened one of the doors and entered. While Pam was still glancing right left, making sure no one saw them.

Rion was still waiting, her hand holding the door, waiting for Pam.

Pam hesitated to enter as well. Rion closed the door and locked it.

This room is not too big. It looks rarely occupied and seems cold.

Pam sat on the bed with her legs crossed, making her long batik cloth reveal the hemisphere to the thigh, showing her challenging level legs.

Rion glanced at a glance, so many women were willing to open their legs for him, swallow jang, even legitimate mende on it.

But this woman in front of him was different. He pulled Rion in his way.

The classy 'rogue' woman.

How could Rion be entangled in his charm?

Many times Rion assured him that he was not being embarrassed. But in fact after a long night he spent with Pam that time, he always mentioned Pamela's name when he reached the top with his girlfriend.

For the woman it doesn't matter as long as she can sleep with Rion, but it's a problem for Rion.

"Baby, who's Pam?" Ask one of her female friends while they are having a threesome.

At that time Rion unconsciously revealed Pam's name at the end of his game.

"Eh, did I mention that name?" He said instead of asking.

Both women crisped. Those who are satisfied, even Pam who is remembered Rion.

Now Rion is like a madman, every night when he remembers Pam he is instantly on fire.

Here's problem. He needs Pamela, his brain up and down needs Pam.

Rion walked up to Pam, looked up at her pretty face and smeared her lips violently. His one hand squeezed Pamela's left chest in agitation. His breath is hunting, his whole body is hot.

Rion freezing. One slap from Pam landed smoothly on Rion's left cheek.

Pam grimaced with a pulse in her palm. As much as he slapped Rion, even his own hands were sick, while the one that was slapped did not flinch at all.

Goddamnit!

Rion looked at Pam with questions.

"I'm not jal4ng, bang sat!" furious Pam. His reddened eyes endured the heartache and anger.

Pam feels humbled when Rion only remembers her when she needs a release.

"I didn't say that." Refute Rion. He dragged the plastic chair that happened to be there, and sat across the street some distance from Pamela.

"From the beginning of our relationship there was no commitment. I just need you, and vice versa." Obviously Rion is relaxed.

Jem!

It hurts, but Rion's speech is right. Pam's brain started working.

Why does this statusless relationship make him a baper?

There was no commitment from the beginning. Rion is free to sleep with anyone, and so is Pam.

It also seemed like there was no other interest other than se xs in Rion's eyes. Pam's heart is broken. As powerful as he could, he looked if there was a speck of love in Rion's eyes, but nothing.

There is no love, only lust.

Pam stood up, with all her strength so that her legs would not be unsteady holding her body.

She's a widow on process. Panji betrayed him, and now he's entangled in his own game. Fun game, he doesn't want to stop. But in fact, it's just a game. He must stop or be tired himself.

He looked at Rion softly, then walked straight to the door. This shouldn't have happened.

"Bee?" call Rion, he is still confused by Pam's attitude.

Without looking, Pam shut the door.

***

"Jeffry?" Violin stared at the astonished youngster before her at this moment.

Jeffry did not say hello to Vio. His stern face looked even more resolute as his hair was a little tidy than usual.

Also semi-formal suits add to the macho impression. Although still wearing torn jeans on his knee, but Jeffry looks clearly different.

"Tante what?"

"What are you doing yourself?" Instead of answering, Violin asked back.

Naturally, this is the home of his former in-laws, and then there's Jeffry too. How can? So they knew each other all this time?

"Mother's nganterin."

"Loh Bu Isa is here too? Conjecture means? Where's?" Violin extends her neck in search of Bu Isa.

"That's..." Jeffry pointed at the bride.

Violin turned her head, looking at the two MUA who were still busy dressing the bride. Then crunch. They still look young, the same age Vio might be. So which one is Isa?

Violin tilted her head, there's no way the bride, right?

Violin has not seen the bride's face. In the reflection of the mirror also the woman looks more beautiful than the Bu Isa she knows.

Butbut wait...

Violin walked slowly closer to the bride.

That smile is Miss Isa's smile.

Gosh darn.

"Mother? Isa ma'am?"

The woman looked.

"Vio Feng?"

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