Stepmom Cold Bed
Persuade Wither

Massage, adding to the length of the checklist of activities performed byan. The man was enjoying the sensation of a massage that anoints his stiff and achy muscles.

Same with Maureen and Riswan. Because of Byan's compulsion, they finally took part in a massage at one of the spa houses in the mall. Byan who continued to whine like a child, made Maureen's head throb dizzy. That made Maureen finally comply with Byan's request.

Each is in a different room.

Byan who is foreign to massage therapists is speechless every time the right therapeutic hand touches the achy part of his body. Riswan who is not accustomed to touch all over his body, often laugh when the touch of the therapist even makes him amused.

The old man broke down in tears from laughing a lot.

Maureen is the quietest. He tried to absorb every touch and closed his eyes to calm his mind.

Byan's right, everybody's working. Including Maureen and Riswan. And everyone also had a sense of fatigue, not only Byan. It's too selfish for Byan to massage himself while the other two wait outside.

Just this time, Maureen agreed with the words of her stepson. The number of talks Maureen had with Byan made him realize that in fact Byan was not as selfish as he had thought. The boy can still be friends.

Maureen could sense that Byan's attitude had changed a lot. He was no longer cynical and hard on Maureen. Byan no longer put Maureen as his mother's rival, but rather as a co-worker he homed in on. It's okay, it feels better. Toh Maureen also does not want to get excessive respect as a stepmother of Byan.

The term unknown then no dear seems to apply in this world. Since they're getting to know each other, they're gonna start getting to know each other,

Wait, Maureen shook her own head expelling those thoughts.

“Who is dear too?” he asked himself.

“Yes madam, can I help you?” ask the therapist who heard Maureen muttering.

“Hah? Oh it's okay.” Maureen quickly awakened herself. Realize that the conversation is starting to bounce. Maybe because he was a little sleepy.

“The truth is, do not know then do not understand.” The Maureen in his heart.

“How long will the massage take?” Maureen was forced to ask her therapist not to be confused.

“About another hour madam.”

Maureen nodded in understanding. Comfortably he placed his head on a thin pillow. He closed his eyes and then he fell asleep. His body needs to be rested.

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The sound of a bang disco music, welcoming a girl who came to the club that night. He looks messy with his black eyes and unruly hair.

“Wohooo, who is this? Kok fucked shaykaliii.” Ledek Luky on a girl who is none other than Tifani.

“Where to lo?” Luky approached the girl, gently rubbing her messy hair.

“Diem! Love me a drink.” Tifani brushed off Luky's hand which was always so light to touch him.

“Hahahaha .. I think you're fucked up.” Luky said as he raised his hand asking for a drink from the bartender.

Not long after that the drink was made.

“My dizziness. Many people owe me the same. Sampe to the ant hole also I in search.” Tifani complained while scratching his itchy head because some days he did not shampoo.

“Drink first dong!” Luky put a glass of drink in front of Tifani and without waiting for long, Tifani immediately sipped the drink. He grimaced slightly as a bitter taste greeted his throat.

“Lo really dropped out of aunt lo's house?” guess Luky.

“Lo how to know?” Tifani looked surprised.

“Tau. The beautiful widow came here. There's no way he'll come here if it's not because you stopped from the aunt lo?” house search Luky.

“Maureen nyariin me?” Tifani was shocked.

Luky nodded confidently. He drank back his drink that had not yet been finished.

Tifani did not answer. He just fell silent while again enjoying his drink that has been added by Luky.

“Inget same Maureen tuh, make me always feel intimidated.” Tifani said suddenly.

“Meanings lo? Aren't you guys friends?”

Tifani nodded weakly, one more gulp he enjoyed while grimacing.

“Lo know what it feels like to be a land that is always stepped on the same sky above us? He didn't step on me but he made me feel low.” Suddenly the cheerful Tifani turns grim.

“Lo fight with him?” Luky's getting curious. He was trying to find a loophole, it seemed like there was something he could take advantage of right now.

“Gue made a mistake with him and I don't know if Maureen can excuse me or not.”

Tifani bowed in despair. His head was with his left hand. His hair he let fall apart covered his face.

“Continue now where do you live?” Luky approached, rubbing Tifani's head gently.

“At the time.” A little looked over when giving Luky an answer.

“Place? You ever lived in a parlor?” Luky was really surprised.

“Not me, but Maureen. He has been living in a home since his parents died. Well I've been with him there. That's why I know.”

“Maureen's parents have died? When's? How do I not know?” Luky with his tricks tried to look interested.

“Long time, since,” suddenly Tifani fell silent, not continuing her sentence.

“Akh, you don't have to be so smart about Maureen deh. I know you want to bring him. No, I don't want to tell you the same story lo.” Tifani immediately elbowed Luky to stay away. He knows that the owner of the club tonight is full of strategy on Maureen and wants him badly.

“Where do I like Maureen? That was a long time ago, I forgot too. Magian Maureen's widow, mending me the same lo. Lo is still gress, not om om.” Luky wrapped his hand around Tifani's shoulder and pulled the girl's body closer to him.

"Lo sure you said that? Didn't you like Maureen?"

“Why should I lie?” Luky even kissed Tifani's head. But then he closed his nose. It smells a lot different than Maureen's hair.

“My hair is asem huh? I haven't had a shampooing in a week. In the orphanage I used the same shampoo as the kids. Not my usual.” Tifani reasoned while chuckling.

“You took a shower in my place?” bargain Luky with a fixed look at Tifani.

“Emang can? Your girlfriend will not be restless?” Tifani stared back at Luky.

“He's out of town again, day after tomorrow. If you want, I can make him not come back to my place. How?” Luky brought his face closer to Tifani, he also gently rubbed Tifani's back which made her hair bristling.

“Emang can?” Tifani retorts teasing. Honestly, he did this because he needed a shelter.

“What does a Luky ever break a promise?” Luky grabs Tifani's hair and kisses her with emotion.

Tifani smiled slightly, she really liked to see Luky who seemed to mean it with his words.

“How much should I pay if I stay at home?” challenge Tifani. He cupped one side of Luky's face which he then rubbed sensually.

“Free, just as long as you exist for me whenever I need lo.” Luky cupped Tifani's face back.

Gently slid his neckline and pulled his nape suddenly to get closer.

Tifani just smiled a little, he was so enjoying when Luky's breath hit his face. In one move, he kissed Luky's lips gently. Luky was happy to reply. They are mutually******** with each other regardless of the many pairs of eyes around them.

The frenetic sound of music made their renditions faint but the passion of both was increasingly real and smoldering.

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