The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Twenty-Two Kusuma Goddess
Kusuma Dewi was lulled as each scraping of their skin splashed the stinging and explosive neurons. Atoms, protons and neutrons bubbled up in his soul universe as their undressed bodies overlapped and docked tightly.
Anggalarang never felt every movement meaningful, so deep. The world is absorbed into the beautiful body of Kusuma Dewi that shines under his body, swaying, shaking with rhythm and rhythm that is constant like the arrangement of a natural music.
Anggalarang did not understand at all that the pleasure of orgasm that had managed to make him feel happy, calm and victorious, it was incomparable with what he felt with Kusuma Dewi, who had always managed to make him feel happy, calm and successful, as if this is the first time Anggalarang feel beautiful lovemaking.
The man did not need the tiger who used to peep and donate his wildness, ferocity, virility and power over the woman's body. Anggalarang instead feels to be whole, to be himself, with all his weaknesses. His bad breath when pumping the body penetrates into the senses of pleasure Kusuma Dewi instead becomes the beauty itself.
At the same time, Kusuma Dewi also does not need the snake woman to make her able to wriggle clay or the figure of a girl with dark skin tipped chest red as hers to make her sigh panting. He is absorbed into pleasure as well as unlimited peace.
Kusuma Dewi responded well to every Anggalarang body language. The two danced in beautiful-pitched music, clinging to each other's feet and peeling in a howl.
There is only romance and love represented by the explosion of the spirit of Anggalarang by piercing in
while chewing raw a pair of chest that hangs down completely. Kusuma Dewi floated flying high through the clouds when he reached the peak, many times. He even just knew what it was like for the top pleasure to whack his soul, urging him to ask repeatedly by force. Kusuma Dewi was addicted and charged for the favors that Anggalarang gave.
Mr. Johan did not know that on the third floor of the luxury apartment, Kusuma Dewi and Anggalarang had been fused. "It hasn't been an hour yet" he told himself. A small drizzle made him clench the hoodie jacket to his head. "If it has been more than an hour both in the man's room, it is certain that Kusuma Dewi managed to make Anggalarang sleep with him," said Mr. Johan Guru to himself.
Mr. Johan is no longer a teacher. He felt unworthy to bear the responsibility of educating the life of the nation while his nature was depraved and he was the cause of the death of the wife. Children are also no longer his duty, because he is a failed father. Let your children grow up in a good family. Mr. Johan has even withdrawn all the money in savings that he plans to use for the future of the family with his wife. Now the money is used to finance his mission, paralyzing Kusuma Dewi, the beautiful-faced female demon.
"And if Anggalarang understands that I am trying to help him too," said Mr. Teacher Johan softly to himself.
In fact, Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi make love in the rain of sparkling light not in the dark. The pale white body with blue veins visible behind the skin layer of the armpit grooves of Kusuma Dewi is a valuable sight for Anggalarang. That crazed plain body was swinging around rhythmically. Anggalarang increasingly spur until the explosion of taste hit his chest and melted into the body of Kusuma Dewi.
Less than an hour of their romance, but summarizes all the pleasures that have been held back and delayed for years. Dhenok, Livy Tjandrawati, Queenie's Genar Keswari, the beautiful Nadya Moeloek, Jenni Tan the metropolitan girl or somehow how many other girls who make love to her with various styles and spend a long time wildly and brutally turned out to be nothing compared to her brief fling with Kusuma Goddess who is full, solid, quality and filled. The love filled all the empty niches in the hearts of both.
Along with Kusuma Dewi who feels physically, Mr. Teacher Johan and Dani are no more like a forgotten snack. Anggalarang is the main food as well as dessert. Tasty, delicious, delicious, nutritious, complete and satisfying. If you can not help it, maybe this pair of humans will explode into pieces by love and romance poured profusely through the vessel of desire and orgasm.
Therefore, Mr. Teacher Johan could not have thought that they had finished making love when he saw the figure of Anggalarang down to take Kusuma Dewi to the front of the online taxi. Mr. Johan Guru who is obviously depraved - open with the presence of Kusuma Dewi in Pon Hamlet - it measures flirtation with duration. In less than an hour, there was no way the two people had done it, he thought.
It is not known to Mr. Johan that this is the third time Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi combined love. The two make love with the bright light rain of the Anggalarang apartment room. The two praise each other, praise each other and show it with real movement and physical response. Their two bodies communicate, speak and exchange languages. There are no rulers and subjugated, no masters and slaves, no bourgeois and proletarians. Each ****** is a language and each lull is a sign that they understand and understand each other.
But after three days, Mr. Teacher Johan was half convinced that Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi had made out and had sex. Kusuma Dewi may have successfully carried out his rotten plan to lure Anggalarang and then kill everyone important in the young man's life. The two were inside the Anggalarang room at the same time, maybe only an hour.
Exactly a week, Mr. Johan couldn't take it anymore. He dragged his body quickly into the apartment elevator to complete his grand mission. This man is no longer dapper. Dull fabric pants, black polo shirt wrapped hoodie with same color. His face was unkempt with whiskers and beard growing wild. When fingering the keris tucked in at the waist of his back, the ghostly figure of Ratih the Belibis appeared shadowing crouching through the reflection of the elevator door.
"Relax Deck, I promise to finish today so you can calm down" he told the figure of Ratih whose figure is oddly shaped. Dilated and disproportionate. The ghostly face seemed to be drawn in all directions, his pair of eyes
it was dark, and its hair was imaged as the roots of a plant. There was no smile on that strange face, not even a smirk. Only a cold face stiffened to death. A sentence was crossed in Mr. Teacher Johan's eardrum softly, "Bunuuhh!"