The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Sixth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Kusuma Dewi passed the pants covering her groin, looked around, then crouched down. The ripples of water and the gusts of wind caressed all his senses. Kusuma Dewi goosebumps, feeling her skin tingled by a strange sensation. He suddenly imagined the body of Anggalarang tore his body violently and lustfully.
This shadow made his body lunge. It was as if there was a shock of energy from the wooden stump that leapt through his art-water slide, propagating in his female chunk and anchored in his soul.
On the surface of the dark river protected from the sunlight by the leaves and branches of trees, shadowing the figure of a plain girl without clothes, skinned as dark as mystery, and paled his chest as red as blood. Her face grinned as the other figure behind her moved her snake body meandering closer to Kusuma Dewi who was still squatting releasing urine from her female fissure.
The occult window squeaked open. Before long Kusuma Dewi was transformed into a princess. The energy stings paved and bandaged not only his body, but also his soul. He could feel that his life was cheering adoring and praising himself. This body, body, body is the altar of reverence. Every inch of her body was beauty and brilliance. Both of his eyes were open now. It is great, it is great, it is great, it is bena, it is perfect. Kusuma Dewi breathed in the air of true truth, performing a celebration of self.
Two figures in one astral body that may have crept above the water current clung to the pale white skin of Kusuma Dewi. A serpent-like one slit on his back and grabbed him. The naked one was naked, hugging tightly from his face. That's where the ecstasy jolt started. Kusuma Dewi's self-awareness opens vulgar and brutal. There was an unusually strong and attractive squirm for the two figures to squeeze into the body of the reddish-haired long-haired girl.
As a result, Kusuma Dewi now feels that all his wishes have been achieved, even have been available for a long time. It was him but at the same time he became a person who was not him at all. It is him and he is the other. Whatever it is, the Goddess does not care.
Mr. Johan almost fell down if one of his hands did not support his body holding on to a tree. The light of the sun scoured into the sacred place, illuminating the figure of Kusuma Dewi who appeared before the married man.
Mr. Johan could not believe what he was seeing right now. Kusuma Dewi, after being invisible for only ten minutes, now appeared to be a different figure.
Her beauty is not of this world, not of the earth. It was as if the molecular figure in front of him was strung together from a grain of light that was transformed into a masterpiece of the universe.
Mr. Johan Guru already knew and realized from the beginning that Kusuma Dewi ayu exciting, but he did not expect the woman would appear with all her beauty.
The skin of her face, neck, arms, knees and legs is too inhumane a fairy, perhaps even an angel.
His reddish hair that was severed like a mega-mega inflamed the sky robe floating in the sky, so terrifying as to enchant him. The flickering of his clothes made the upper part of the girl's thigh exposed.
Kusuma Dewi rejoiced over the delights of her body. That's why the two supernatural figures attached to his skin whisper obscene and badung that all this time can only be imagined.
"Mas, how come you're gawking like that?" said Kusuma Dewi with an undeniable tone full of temptation.
"Annu ... Anu, are you done, Dek?" replied Mr. Teacher Johan who could not be denied tempted.
Cold sweat flowed as large as a grain of rice from Mr. Johan's forehead and back. Tongue's cow.
The body of Kusuma Dewi which seemed to be descended from the kahyangan was dancing in the eyes of Mr. Johan Teacher. There is nothing that can thrill a man's soul but the vibration of the chest and buttocks of a woman who is in tune and symphonizes with the man's own lust.
The figure of the snake-bodied woman hugged the Kusuma Dewi tightly from behind. His face glowed dim greenish. His double-branched tongue swept over the ears of Kusuma Dewi as he whispered the words, "When do you try the majesty of your own body. Give the married man the orgasm satisfaction he wants. You will also get the freedom of soul and body that you have wanted for a long time." The magical figure chuckled and giggled. While the other figure, who united the body in front of his body again smirked cunningly.
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Ratih has a view like window film, shaded, blurred blurry but melting. His head was still very dizzy and heavy, including his back and shoulders, but he was no longer carefree.
He tried to get up and walk a little. From several experiments, only twice he managed to step back to pergike toilet and look at the yard. But that wasn't long.
His two sons this afternoon were playing in the house of a neighbor who was also still his relative. It's been done usually. Moreover, Mr. Teacher Johan had told his neighbor that his wife was not feeling well and he wanted to accompany his wife's cousin for a moment.
Not nearly an hour before the husband and his cousin came out, but Ratih vaguely saw the figure of Mr. Teacher Johan coming into the room. His temperate but always neat stature always makes the soul of Ratih calm, for some reason.
"Now are you home, Mom? How was? Where's Dewi?" tanya Ratih put her head back on the pillow.
Master Johan lay down beside his wife. "It's done. He was happy and decided to be alone there first. I asked her to go home first" said the husband coldly.
Slowly, Ratih's vision improved. His head was still a little heavy, but he could already see the ceiling of his room brightly and clearly. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, Mom. I was surprised when the boy was so beautiful. But he seems to lack confidence. If by trying to come to the wooden stump he can feel more beautiful, yes we let it be Mas," said Ratih still lying up looking at the ceiling of the room.
Before long Ratih smelled an unusual odor, which probably came with the husband. Jasmine flower. At one time, the husband never wore such smells and perfumes. He looked towards the husband.
Mr. Teacher Johan's face stared right at him. A strange and terrible grin appeared on the man's face.